"Yes." She raised her head to look at him, her face still carrying a trace of anxiety, "Are you still willing... to give another chance?"
Yan Sijue stared at her for a long ti, finally, he gave a faint smile, once again pulling her into his embrace, but said nothing.
Mu Yiliang felt a bit puzzled by his reaction... What did it an?
"Yan Sijue?" She couldn’t help but ask.
He seed to restrain himself before saying, "What do you want to say? You clearly know I simply can’t refuse... Heh, I find I’ve overestimated myself."
"I don’t understand." Her heart suddenly sank, she struggled a bit, and looked up into his eyes.
"If it weren’t for Xiaoze..." He laughed self-deprecatingly, his fingertips gently brushing her cheeks inch by inch, "Would you have made this decision?"
She was stunned for a mont, suddenly feeling as if her whole heart was being gripped tightly by sothing, so heavy it left her breathless.
"You think... I’m doing this for Xiaoze?" she asked softly.
"Isn’t that so?" He pressed his lips together, "But it doesn’t matter, whatever the reason, I ****** don’t want to worry about it right now!"
It was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her from head to toe, leaving her whole body cold. Mu Yiliang finally understood how naive her earlier thoughts had been.
Undoubtedly, this man still loved her, but he no longer trusted her.
The step she had taken with so much effort was not believed by him to be for the sake of loving him.
"Yan Sijue, I’m not..." She closed her eyes for a mont, then continued, "At least I’m definitely not doing it solely for Xiaoze..."
His arms tightened, his voice hoarse enough to frighten her: "Do you have to be so cruel? I don’t want to know right now!"
Mu Yiliang looked at him sadly: "Who else do you think... I would do this for..."
"If you want to plead for Ye Moran, at least wait a few days." He laughed self-mockingly, "After all, I’m not in a hurry to deal with him, you can rest assured."
"I’m not doing it for him..." Mu Yiliang trembled uncontrollably.
"Then can you promise never to make this request of ?" A trace of hatred flashed in his eyes, "Can you promise, if he really dies at my hand, you won’t hate ?"
She moved her lips, but in the end, couldn’t say anything.
He was right, even if her decision at this mont wasn’t for Ye Moran, she ultimately couldn’t stand by and watch Ye Moran die at Yan Sijue’s hands. If Yan Sijue really went after him, she couldn’t possibly remain indifferent.
Since this matter was destined to happen sooner or later, even if he trusted her now, he would still have doubts when the ti ca.
Mu Yiliang suddenly didn’t know what to think.
He had every reason not to trust her. Mu Yiliang couldn’t pretend to bla him because it was her constant deceptions that led him to dare not trust her again.
Moreover, even if he didn’t trust, he still chose to accept, simply because he couldn’t bear to let go. She never imagined that this man would take such a self-deceiving step. He told himself that he had given up all pride for her, and it turned out to be true.
At this mont, she could only bla herself.
She blad herself for waking up too late, for being too cautious, for never facing this man’s feelings for her.
But she had no way.
She also had her pride. Even if he could accept her, she couldn’t bear him always doubting she was doing it for another man.
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