329, a sharp contrast

The two children faced each other, their gazes locked in silence.

George's eyes were deep and boundless, his youthful face perpetually composed, his emotions difficult to discern.

McDull's eyes were clear and bright, his smile faint yet tinged with eagerness and tension.

Time in the room seemed to still.

Finally, Qi Lei noticed something was amiss, pursed his lips, and quickly looked towards Shen Shiqing.

Shen Shiqing caught his glance, raised a finger to his lips, signaling Qi Lei to keep silent.

Little Xiahua glanced left and right, then tugged on McDull's plump little hand, "Yunxi, why aren't you talking when you see George? He's your brother!"

McDull was shy and nervous, unsure of what to say.

He came to see Little Xiahua and his brother.

But now that he actually saw them, he didn't know what to do next.

George lowered his head, no longer looking at anyone, no longer speaking.

His mood became heavy, devoid of the brightness he had when chatting with Little Xiahua.