Mu Yiliang gave a slight start, looking into his eyes.
She had never doubted his feelings; every ti he looked at her, the depth of emotion in his eyes seed about to overflow.
It was as if she was his entire world.
But this deep affection made her feel utterly unconfident to bear it; she didn’t know what she had done before to make him love her to such an extent.
She didn’t even know if she could love him now as she did before...
"...Why did I forget everything from the past? How wonderful it would be if I still rembered," she murmured softly.
Yan Sijue seed to tremble.
He gripped her fingers tightly and spoke lowly: "No, maybe it’s good to forget, because... the Yan Sijue of the past doesn’t deserve your love."
Mu Yiliang was stunned.
"If the past you wasn’t worth loving... then is the present worth such love from you?"
"Yes." He said without hesitation, his voice slightly trembling, "Yiliang, to , your importance surpasses everything."
It was true in the past, and it is true now.
He completely sealed the black hole in his heart, but his love for her would not decrease in the slightest. She was not only the person he loved most in this world but also the one he trusted the most. Only when he was with her did he feel his existence had aning.
Without Mu Yiliang, there would be no Yan Sijue.
Thinking of this, he lowered his eyes, placed her hand near his lips, and kissed it softly, looking so devout.
Mu Yiliang trembled again; his kiss carried a scorching warmth that seed to burn deep into her heart.
She bit her lip and abruptly pulled her hand back!
"I don’t know, I don’t know anything..." she muttered, "Yan Sijue, don’t force ..."
Her heart was in chaos!
Don’t place her in such an important position, for she couldn’t bear it. The lost mories left her with no foundation, and she couldn’t help but panic.
Yet, thinking of never seeing him again pained her heart as if twisted by a knife!
The man’s lips tightened, and his complexion appeared even paler.
"Alright, I won’t force you." He said hoarsely, his gaze becoming more profound.
Mu Yiliang avoided his gaze, unsure how many tis she repeated: "Leave."
He seed to want to touch her cheek, but his fingertips trembled and then withdrew, saying softly: "Alright."
Mu Yiliang didn’t dare to lift her head, but the sound of the man’s footsteps and the gentle closing of the door were perfectly clear to her ears.
In the end, she couldn’t hold it back, and tears flooded out once more.
...
The next day, Mu Yiliang had to go to work with swollen, red eyes.
Her colleagues in the departnt seed unable to extricate themselves from yesterday’s gossip, and everyone who saw her would enact a replay of expressions from shock and awe to excitent and curiosity.
Mu Yiliang didn’t have the energy to care; she was so dispirited she didn’t even have the motivation for work.
After finally falling asleep last night, she kept dreaming. She couldn’t rember what exactly happened, but she rembered how painful and desperate she was in the dream, desperately trying to save sothing, yet it was all in vain.
The feeling of utter heartbreak seed to still linger in her heart, making it hard for her to regain her composure.
Finally enduring until the end of the day, Mu Yiliang left the company to retrieve her car from the underground parking garage, only to discover a shadow crouched next to her car.
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