Jiliang shyly asked Mu. Her voice was so soft it was almost a mosquito's hum, yet it was clearly audible in the silent corridor.
Her voice carried shyness, anticipation, and unease. After speaking, she lowered her head, her long dark brown hair falling forward to gently cover her flushed cheeks, leaving only her slightly trembling ears exposed.
Her waterfall-like hair gleamed with a silky sheen beneath the soft lighting, swaying gently as she lowered her head, like maple leaves trembling in an autumn breeze.
Mu's expression instantly froze at the question. His eyebrows hung suspended in midair, his lips formed a perfect O, and his eyes widened like two blue ping-pong balls.
Though his expression was stiff, his mind was racing.
His brain was like an overloaded quantum computer, processing tens of thousands of fragments of information in mere fractions of a second.
Jiliang's answer to Mu's earlier question was that something had happened between her and Xia Ya, forcing her to call Mu big brother.
"Forcing"—that word carried profound implications. What kind of change in a relationship would force someone to change the way they addressed another person?
What could make an independent young girl voluntarily ask to call someone big brother? There was only one answer, and it struck Mu's mind like a sledgehammer.
Moreover, Lacus beside him was blushing just like Jiliang. The songstress who was always poised and elegant now wore a maiden's bashful expression, and that shyness was certainly not an act.
That meant—meaning, it was highly likely that something had happened between her and Xia Ya as well.
Lacus gave a slight nod. The flush on her face was lighter than Jiliang's, but it was still clearly visible.
A gentle smile rested on her lips, as though silently confirming the possibility Mu most desperately