Yun Bilu observed Bai Yaoyao's face carefully.
After hearing Yun Bilu's words, Bai Yaoyao 's hand tightened her grip on the pen. Her grip was so tight that her knuckles started turning white. Her expression stiffened, and her gaze turned cold and lonely. Finally, a gentle light flashed across her eyes, just like the warm rays of the sun.
Yun Bilu started becoming anxious when Bai Yaoyao did not respond for a long time. She couldn't help but ask, "Elder Sister Yaoyao, please tell me. What do you think about it?"
"Bilu, you're still young. Even if I tried to explain to you, you wouldn't understand."
Yun Bilu replied anxiously, "Elder Sister Yaoyao, I'm not a child anymore. Don't treat me like one. I may be your younger sister, but I'm your friend and buddy too. I know a lot too!"