"Are you alright?"
Mu Zhuo's voice slowly emerged behind Gu Yi'an.
She had already been standing here for too long.
Ever since Mo Yunxiu was taken away, she continued standing in the same spot, her gaze fixed on the glass partition across from her.
From the side, Mu Zhuo could see that her eyes had no focus; her gaze was hollow, as if she didn't know what she was looking at.
Initially, Mu Zhuo didn't want to disturb her. She seemed to be trapped in some thought and couldn't pull herself out.
Mu Zhuo worried that if he interrupted her rashly, it might distract her or disrupt her thoughts.
He himself hated being interrupted while deep in thought.
So, Mu Zhuo considerately remained silent, did not urge her, nor did he ask the anxious and complexly-faced Gu Mo to hurry her along.
However, nearly twenty minutes had passed since Mo Yunxiu left, and she was still standing there, quietly and motionlessly.
It wasn't just Gu Mo who became anxious; Mu Zhuo started worrying as well.
