It wasn’t until this mont that she finally felt like she was truly experiencing marriage and a honeymoon... They sweetly embraced and fell asleep together, waking up together, free from suspicion or harm, filled with love and trust.
She couldn’t help but reach out, gently brushing his eyelids.
In that instant, she couldn’t resist deceiving herself, perhaps everything was as she hoped, perhaps he still loved her, perhaps...
Her fantasy was only halfway when the man opened his eyes, the cold indifference in his gaze imdiately shattered all her illusions.
Her heart, too, was stabbed with pain.
Unable to help herself, she bit her lip, suddenly turning her back to him, as if this could help her ignore the coldness in his eyes.
But her eyes still reddened involuntarily.
It wasn’t until then that she truly realized the cruelty of the fact that he no longer loved her.
Yan Sijue frowned slightly, turning over to press her down under him.
Seeing her reddened eyes, his tone turned colder: "What’s wrong?"
She stubbornly refused to speak, having asked so many tis before, she wouldn’t continue to humiliate herself.
The man lost patience, reaching out to grip her chin, his voice icier: "Speak!"
"Anyway, you just see as... a tool to vent your desires," she paused before reluctantly saying the words, "so why bother caring what I think?"
He was a bit taken aback.
Then furrowed his brow: "What nonsense are you thinking?"
"You’re the one who said you didn’t love , if you don’t love , but still sleep with , what else could you see as but a tool..." Her voice trembled slightly.
He was silent for a mont, looking at her with an inscrutable gaze.
Mu Yiliang said angrily: "If I don’t love soone, I wouldn’t sleep with them!"
He suddenly smirked coldly: "When you seduced , had you already fallen in love with ?"
Mu Yiliang was stunned.
She almost forgot about her dark past...
"Although I wouldn’t admit it then, thinking it over later... I did indeed fall for you at first sight, otherwise I wouldn’t have done such a thing." She nodded affirmatively.
He curled his lips, a faint mockery evident, clearly doubting her integrity.
Mu Yiliang couldn’t bother to argue, because she suddenly realized sothing.
"Back then, who did we et, you or him?" Mu Yiliang asked curiously, her eyes widened, "You were just talking about yourself."
He glanced at her: "At that ti, it was and also him."
Mu Yiliang thought for a mont and understood: "So, now you are also part of the original Yan Sijue... And for the past two months, the Yan Sijue who pursued again was another part of your personality..."
He lifted his gaze slightly, saying nothing.
"If that’s the case, there’s no reason for you not to love ." Like finding evidence, her eyes suddenly brightened, "The Yan Sijue from a year ago loved , regardless of which part of him loved !"
The man’s face stiffened slightly, suddenly flipping over as if to get out of bed.
Mu Yiliang left him no chance to escape, throwing herself over to hug his waist: "Say it! Isn’t it! Isn’t it!"
Her tone sounded extrely excited, as if this was an incredibly important matter.
His body stiffened for a mont too.
Does she really care whether he still loves her?
Would she be sad and upset if he doesn’t?
Yan Sijue couldn’t resist glancing back at her, eting her bright and expectant eyes, suddenly feeling the shadows in his heart perhaps finally dissipating a little.
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