Mygo, you guys seem to be getting a bit heavy-hearted.

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Yanming's tone was calm, but there was no hesitation in his voice. He almost blurted out, "No, it's because you're my friend."

A well-behaved child like Mu would be irresistible to anyone, and Yanming was no exception.

He wasn't the type to be good at hiding things.

He will definitely speak his mind when he has the opportunity to do so.

“If we had met first, I would have helped you if you needed it... To me, Xiao Mu is Xiao Mu, there’s no need to label her with other people’s names or elements.”

Yanming spoke slowly, his sincerity not to prove anything to Mu, but simply to state what he believed to be the truth.

Xiangzi's Half

Su Shi's Messenger

comedian's daughter

These labels that Mu had become accustomed to were never taken seriously by Yanming from the very beginning.

The figure being watched one-sidedly has always been only "Wakaba Mutsumi" herself.

"Can't you tell?" Yanming asked casually.

Mu: "...!"

I can...see it

It's very easy; you can tell without lifting a finger.

It turns out that... she had never had the courage to look him in the eye, and had simply let that burning gaze fall on her, which was why she hadn't noticed it for so long...

...The figure reflected in those pure black pupils was truly only her...

Realizing this, Mu slowly covered her face with her hands, leaving only two small gaps where her eyes should be. However, her cheeks were already bright red and could not be hidden.

What does this feel like?

Yanming didn't point out Mu's panic, but continued, "My experience is quite different from yours, so I can't understand the 'expectations' from parents, because no one has ever had such expectations of me... So, Mu, would you like to tell me in detail?"

For Wakaba Mutsumi, such poor communication skills essentially destined her to lead a lonelier life compared to other children.

Furthermore, it's highly unlikely that she would become the kind of "heroine" described in fairy tales.

Take the most classic example, "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland".

Mu is not the little girl Alice who falls into the ground and embarks on an adventure. More likely, she is just a playing card soldier next to the Queen of Hearts, without her own will, only following the instructions of others.

Getting a child like this to try to recount their experiences is undoubtedly a very difficult task.

Yanming's request was really unreasonable.

However, he had his own way.

Yanming is very good at "guiding".

"What kind of people are Mu's parents?"

"They..." Mu's mind went blank for a moment, unable to find a single word.

She had very little contact with her parents; in terms of daily life, she was primarily cared for by the family's maid.

Because my parents are celebrities, they are often busy traveling, and sometimes I don't see them for several days in a row. They only manage to schedule classes and other plans for themselves through their phones.

...I must be their daughter, right?

But why, compared to her daughter, does Mu feel more like a beautifully packaged prop, someone who will act according to pre-programmed data as long as they input commands...?

"...Mom and Dad, they are both very capable people...Everyone has told me this since I was little...Especially Dad, he is often on TV, and then he becomes the talk of the town among his classmates the next day..."

Yanming patiently continued to ask, "And what was Xiaomu's own answer?"

"..."

“I’ve said it before, other people’s opinions aren’t that important, and that applies to me too. A hundred of the ‘others’ you talk about are no match for your own thoughts, Xiao Mu.”

These words might sound a bit cheesy and ambiguous.

However, when Yanming said it, that was not the case.

Because it is sincere enough.

"I..." Mu seemed to be touched and raised her head, quickly meeting Yanming's gaze before lowering her head again. "Mom and Dad... spend too little time with me..."

In the eyes of those piano and dance teachers, I was a quiet and hardworking good child.

But only Mu knew that she was actually making an effort with a purpose, and couldn't really be considered a truly good child.

The reason she was willing to learn things she wasn't interested in was because the people she truly wanted to impress were her parents, who were celebrities.

To this end, Mu even deliberately and cunningly showcased her progress in front of those teachers, hoping they would report her excellence to her parents... as if this would allow her parents... to put aside their work and pay more attention to their daughter.

However, the plan undoubtedly failed.

“…So, I don’t like them.” Mu’s eyes showed no sadness, and even the slightest fluctuation in them was merely superficial.

His eyes remained stagnant.

Chapter 185 Mu's Confession

“So that’s how it is. No wonder…” Yanming muttered to himself.

No wonder Xiao Mu was able to say something like "His house is very empty".

Because it wasn't just Yanming's room that was empty; Mu's house was even bigger and emptier.

I couldn't put myself in Xiao Mu's shoes, but in the end, she saw right through me?

"Yanming." Two slender and delicate hands tightly enveloped one of Yanming's hands as he pondered. "You are... the first person who is willing to look at me like this, and... I can understand a little bit of what Le Nai said now."

There is no difference between them.

Personality, height, experience

These are all just differences.

Essentially, they are all the same kind of people.

[The Lonely Person]

The importance of the guitar in a rock band is self-evident.

Despite bearing such a heavy responsibility in the band, Mu was unable to express his true thoughts for a long time.

Mu doesn't like the crychic music style.

She disliked the long, drawn-out cry in the spring shadows, and also disliked the melancholy and longing conveyed by the lamplight.

The rock music she wanted to play was something more boisterous... as if her loneliness and solitude could be somewhat alleviated by the unrestrained, frenzied rampage of heavy metal.

The house is always very quiet

She was always very quiet.

Even if I want to talk, I can't find anyone to practice with.

Even if I wanted to play, there would be no one to listen.

But now… she seems to have truly found that person, the one who can sink into the bubbles with her.

She had no choice but to put on Cinderella's glass slippers.

It's even less likely that a kiss would wake someone from a long, solitary dream.

She's just a puppet.

A wooden doll with an empty exterior but a closed heart.

Even so

The prince still turned his gentle gaze to her.

“I know… you can’t be like a cucumber, something that belongs only to me, but…”

"Please look at me a little longer... just like now..."

Yanming looked at Mu, who had already closed his eyes.

Has he just been confessed to?

Given Mu's personality, what kind of courage did she need to say such a thing?

Having made such a huge decision, all he wanted was to see her more often...

Xiao Mu, in front of other friends, would you also humbly beg for their attention like this?

Yanming couldn't accept this.

Mu took his own weight far too lightly.

Perhaps this is a common problem among lonely people.

They never know how to be considerate of themselves, and even when they do something wrong, they don't ask for others' opinions or seek to change; instead, they simply keep making the same mistakes...

He's the kind of person I can tolerate, but Xiao Mu is different.

Xiao Mu is different from me.

"...Wait a moment." Yanming gently pushed away Mu's hand, which was tightly holding his.

“Eh…? Yanming…”

Sensing that he seemed to be resisting her touch, Mu's fingers tightened suddenly, then loosened weakly, letting her arm fall limply from that warmth.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Mu didn't dare open her eyes again.

It seemed that as long as she did this, she could deceive herself into believing that Yanming was still watching her.

"Da. Da. Da."

However, the cold footsteps constantly reminded her that the person had already left her side.

Mu didn't know what Yanming was going to do, and didn't really want to know.

She was probably a little sleepy, after all, even her eyelids were starting to tremble...

"Well……"

'I can't fool myself,' she thought dejectedly.

Then, Mu kicked off Xiangzi's house shoes and curled up helplessly on the sofa.

"clatter."

Just quickly

Mu's forehead was flicked by a very light force.

she knows

Only Yanming would be so rude as to flick a girl's forehead like that...

However, this kind of behavior usually only occurs in Xiang.

"Xiao Mu."

"I want you to hear my song."

A soft, slightly husky voice sounded in my ear.

"This is one of the few things I can be proud of, so I hope you can watch me play... Is that alright?"

"Open your eyes and try to look at me too."

Mu Yi pulled her head out from between her knees, but then, as if remembering something, she stubbornly buried her head back in.

Yanming knew in his heart that she was probably blaming him for forcibly breaking free from her hand.

But

He understood perfectly well, but someone as boring as himself shouldn't presume to guess a girl's feelings.

Therefore, all you need to do is pretend to be completely ignorant and react slowly, letting the other party reveal their weakness on their own.

It must be said that such a despicable trick was very effective in dealing with this group of increasingly burdensome children.

"You really don't want to hear it? Or do you just not want to see me?... If that's the case, then forget it." Yanming put down his guitar with feigned regret, deliberately making a noise that Mu would notice when the guitar bumped against the sturdy table.