Qiao Mu nodded, harboring few conflicting emotions towards Qin Xuan.
The little one looked up at Mo Lian, who gave a slight nod. "Go ahead."
They strolled away from the crowd, eventually reaching the cliff behind the tent district.
Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao bounced onto a red rock at the cliff's edge, peering at the vacant rock opposite.
In the low, narrow canyon, a sinuous red water flow meandered along a shallow ditch, gradually extending into the distance.
"Sorry."
"It's none of your business."
"Did you become like this because of him?"
Qiao Mu gazed into the distance and sighed softly. "Somewhat."
Qin Xuan raised an eyebrow. "Qiaoqiao, is there something between you and Ah Xin that we don't know about?"
"No." Qiao Mu turned to him. "Nothing happened. I can't give him any emotional response either."
