Returning to the Mu family, Mu Yang's emotions remained unsettled. On the day his sister was injured, he was right by her side, yet as her so-called protective brother, he failed to notice her injuries.
"Knock, knock!"
A gentle knock on the door. Opening it, a fragrance filled the air, and Mu Xue's face, slightly surprised, appeared in view as Mu Yang entered.
"Mu Yang, what's wrong?" Mu Xue asked, noticing his solemn expression.
Mu Yang remained silent, his gaze fixed firmly on the young girl before him.
On Mu Xue's cheek, there seemed to be a small bloodstain. On her fair neck, there was an almost imperceptible scar.
Feeling the intensity of Mu Yang's stare, Mu Xue blushed and hastily said, "Mu Yang, what's going on?"
"Let me in."
Without waiting for Mu Xue's agreement, Mu Yang stepped into the room. A faint floral scent surrounded them as he closed the door, his expression growing darker.