Yan Sijue’s face was so dark it could almost drip water. He clenched his fist tightly, wishing he could strangle this woman!
Although he wanted to refute her, even mock her words, he knew in his heart that she was right.
The truth was so bloody; she deceived him again and again, which ant rejecting him over and over. Yet, the hateful thing was that he still couldn’t bear to let go!
He had pushed her step by step, used every possible ans, but in the end, got such a statent from her.
In his nearly thirty years of life, he’d hardly t any setbacks he couldn’t overco. He had faced life-and-death situations several tis. Since he fought for a path to survival in the Ghost Market as a child, no obstacle has ever been insurmountable to him.
In the Yan Family, whether it was indifference, ridicule, or secret sabotage, even assassination, he had never been afraid. He had the confidence to handle anything.
Later, he gradually took control of the Yan Family, contending with Old Sir Yan, developing his own forces, excelling in business and underworld struggles, handling everything deftly.
To others, a road full of thorns was one he blazed through step by step, which made him unusually arrogant and assertive, believing there was nothing in this world he couldn’t do. Even if he couldn’t do it now, he was confident he would do it soday.
He had the sa attitude towards Mu Yiliang.
So, even though he was deceived and hurt ti and again, he instinctively treated these as experiences, challenges that must be faced before success.
Therefore, until this mont, he had never truly felt that he would fail.
But at this mont, he suddenly felt an unprecedented panic and fear.
He realized he could no longer understand the look in her eyes. Her eyes, always bright and radiant, now seed filled with unspeakable sorrow, yet from it erged sharp stings, as if guarded, as if hateful.
Has she already started to hate him?
A piercing pain in his heart spread uncontrollably.
He silently watched her for a long ti before letting out a low laugh.
"You can go." His voice seed to co from a distant sea, faint and ethereal, "But you cannot take Xiaoze with you. This is purely for Xiaoze’s sake. But you can co to see him anyti, I won’t stop you."
Mu Yiliang couldn’t hold back her tears any longer; they stread down.
"Yan Sijue, do you an to say, you’ve finally given up, you’ll never bother again, is that it..." Her body trembled slightly.
It shouldn’t be like this. Those words earlier were spoken in a fit of anger, not her true feelings. Didn’t he not trust her? Why did he believe those words so surely?
"Yes." The man softly uttered the word, "You can finally breathe a sigh of relief."
Mu Yiliang moved her lips but couldn’t say a thing.
After a long ti, she let out a laugh, nodded, and spoke with a choked voice, "Alright, I understand."
This way it’s also fine, at least she can resolutely carve the na Yan Sijue from her heart, though it hurts, it’s not impossible.
But only she knows how much she’s hurting at this mont.
"As for Ye Moran." He held back for a mont, looking at her, "As long as he poses no threat to , I won’t take his life. Don’t worry."
"I don’t care about him anymore, I never wanted to care whether he lived or died!" Mu Yiliang shouted with force, her tears flowing even more violently.
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