Mu Yiliang never expected that one day the story of "the boy who cried wolf" would happen to her.
"I’m sorry..." she whispered, and after saying these three words, it seed to have drained all her strength.
Yan Sijue was silent for a mont but then suddenly laughed.
He had anticipated this outco, but for a fleeting mont, he deceived himself into believing that this ti she might really be doing it for him.
He let go of her, his voice indifferent: "Are you so eager to plead for him?"
Mu Yiliang felt a sting in her heart and shook her head again: "I didn’t intend to plead for him, I just hope he doesn’t die because of ."
"So, you’re still doing it for him, aren’t you?" Yan Sijue’s voice sounded calm, but a hint of madness gradually erged in his eyes, "Then you’re going to be disappointed, because I’m definitely going to make sure he dies at my hands!"
Mu Yiliang trembled slightly, an overwhelming sense of powerlessness filling her chest.
She moved her lips and finally said, "Sorry, just pretend you didn’t hear what I just said."
"Which sentence?" He sneered, "The sentence where you said you regret it?"
Mu Yiliang closed her eyes, her voice extrely hoarse: "Since you don’t believe , then just forget it... you don’t need to force yourself."
The problems between them were already too many, and even if he was willing to accept her, how would that help? Forcing themselves to stay together would be tornt for both of them.
Her explanations, her defenses, he didn’t believe a word, so it didn’t matter how nice she made it sound.
Moreover, Ye Moran was still an issue standing between them. If she stayed, whether or not she pleaded for him, Yan Sijue was even less likely to spare Ye Moran.
His eyes were deep and dark as ink, as if restraining so emotion, and suddenly he grabbed her wrist fiercely: "Is this your sincerity? If so, why don’t you try to make believe you?"
Mu Yiliang took a deep breath and looked up at him: "But, I hope you won’t deal harshly with Ye Moran because of . If you really condemn him to death, I can’t be free of misgivings... However, this is separate from my willingness to be with you, do you believe ? Ye Moran ans nothing to anymore, do you believe ?"
By the end, her voice was almost shrill.
Yan Sijue’s palm felt even hotter, his gaze so deep it frightened her.
Mu Yiliang smiled bitterly: "You don’t believe it."
Yan Sijue chuckled softly: "No matter what, this is the first ti you’ve told yourself that you want to be with . I really want to believe you, I really do. If it were before you took my files to California, I would have been overjoyed."
Her eyes burned, and her heart grew increasingly distressed.
Reaching this point, she had no one to bla but herself.
"I’m sorry..." she forced a bitter smile, "Take care of Xiaoze, don’t let him spend too long on the computer. He’s not a picky eater, but he hates rice, don’t force him, but try to have him eat a bit at each al. And..."
"No need to remind , I’ll definitely do a better job than you." Yan Sijue interrupted her indifferently.
Mu Yiliang paused and nodded gently: "Okay, I won’t say anymore. In the future, can I co to see him?"
He glanced at her, his eyes extrely restrained: "If you give up fighting for custody, then you can see him once a month."
Mu Yiliang trembled violently, a hint of anger appearing in her eyes.
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