Mu Yiliang slightly tilted her head back, letting him take all he wanted. His kisses remained as passionate and enduring as ever, almost leaving her breathless. Yet, she felt an unusual sense of peace.
After who knows how long, a rhythmic knock ca from the door—it was Yang Ru reminding them of the ti.
Yan Sijue had to stop, pulling her back into his embrace, breathing heavily.
"Yiliang, give half an hour." He huskily uttered these words.
Mu Yiliang felt a panic rise within her and clutched the corner of his shirt tightly: "Don’t go."
She raised her head in a fluster, eyes reflecting a trace of fear and vulnerability: "You clearly promised just now."
At this mont, was he really going to continue with the engagent ceremony?
Yan Sijue felt a surge of bitterness. It was the first ti he saw such vulnerability and dependence on her face. He wrapped her hands, leaning his forehead against hers, and said word by word, "Don’t worry, I never intended to marry soone else. Today’s engagent is just a gimmick; I just wanted an excuse to gather A City’s elite."
Mu Yiliang widened her eyes: "Why? Are you planning to kill them all?"
Even in the midst of this passionate mont, Yan Sijue couldn’t help but laugh. Mu Yiliang imdiately realized she asked a silly question but remained persistent: "Even if you don’t plan to marry her, the engagent ceremony can’t go on today!"
Suddenly struck by a thought, she felt sorrowful: "Is it... Could it be you still don’t believe ..."
Mu Yiliang knew that even if he accepted her, it didn’t an he truly trusted her.
Yan Sijue felt a pang in his heart.
"I do believe." He spoke softly, a sudden bitterness appearing in his smile, "I should have realized it sooner."
Mu Yiliang heard the implication in his words: "Realized what?"
"Even though you’ve deceived many tis, you’ve never lied about your feelings." Yan Sijue gazed into her eyes, his smile carrying a strange gentleness, "Yiliang, you’re such a proud person at heart. If you didn’t love , no matter the reason, you wouldn’t pretend to say you do."
It suddenly ca to him that whether it was six years ago or now, her feelings for him had always been genuine. The most she ever said to him was that she almost fell for him.
Almost, aning she hadn’t yet fallen.
But when she finally loved him, finally confessed her feelings, he didn’t believe her... Yan Sijue felt a slight bitterness inside, realizing he had been too petty and didn’t understand her well enough. If only he had figured it out sooner.
Mu Yiliang trembled, tears welling up once more: "It’s my fault, I won’t deceive you ever again."
She thought he had started to dislike her, even hate her. Little did she know, if she had persisted just a little more, things would have been different. Fortunately, she didn’t give up!
Mu Yiliang felt a soft ache in her heart, unwilling to let him go, even if it was just for half an hour: "Then don’t go out, alright..."
She knew she might be acting unreasonable, but even if the engagent wouldn’t truly take place, in others’ eyes, he was still Chen Yayan’s fiancé, and she couldn’t bear it.
Yan Sijue gazed at her fixedly, then smiled gently: "Alright, I’ll stay here with you."
Mu Yiliang couldn’t believe it: "Really?"
"Really!" He smiled, resting his chin on the top of her head, slowly closing his eyes, "I’ll agree to anything you say."
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