Mu Lan sensitively caught Liu Ai's guilt and curved the corners of her mouth upward.
"Have you and Xiaozhao made up?"
Liu Ai faltered for a moment, then hastily clarified.
"It has nothing to do with him; that was ages ago. I'm not one to revisit old flames. Once we break up, that's it."
Mu Lan looked at Liu Ai with envy. She had always been bold, never hesitant or muddy. This person was incredibly decisive and brave, unlike herself, tangled and unclear, likely to retract into her shell to avoid sight and mind if things got unbearable.
"That's good, that way. You're really free-spirited."
Liu Ai raised an eyebrow, smiling at Mu Lan.
"Are you troubled by something? I'm free today, you can talk to me."
Mu Lan noticed the dark circles under Liu Ai's eyes; she obviously hadn't rested well recently.
"You've walked so many shows, you must be tired. Why not go home and rest? There will be plenty of opportunities later."
Liu Ai pouted.