Although her determination to kill him had not wavered, she was becoming more accustod to his touch, and even no longer resisted his occasional kisses and caresses.
At her core, she was still the Mu Yiliang he loved deeply, he always believed this.
Qiao Yebai eventually sighed, "Take care of yourself."
That very night, he left.
When Mu Yiliang waved goodbye to him, she felt a genuine sense of relief, a scene that made Qiao Yebai feel heartbroken as he left.
This woman... better not make a huge mistake!
The next day, Lan Yueru took Xiaoze out early, saying she was taking him to a nearby farm to pick strawberries.
Xiaoze had never experienced farm life and was quite looking forward to it.
The two left in the morning, expected to return only in the evening. Mu Yiliang suddenly realized that this was the perfect opportunity she had been waiting for.
She was instantly delighted.
Yan Sijue of course knew what she was happy about, the smile at the corner of his mouth was bitter and forlorn.
"Yiliang, what are you making for for lunch?" he asked with a smile.
Mu Yiliang thought for a mont, "What do you want to eat?"
"You know what I love the most," he chuckled and placed a light kiss on her forehead, "Do you need my help?"
"No... no need!" she quickly refused, "I’ll just make enough for the two of us for lunch, sothing simple, just wait and eat."
Yan Sijue looked at her for a while before nodding lightly, "Alright, I’ll wait then."
Mu Yiliang soon found an opportunity to return to her room, put the small vial in her pocket, and then went to the kitchen.
Yan Sijue was in the study, so she could confidently and boldly put the poison into the food.
But, for so reason, after preparing lunch, her hands trembled so violently that she couldn’t open the vial, as if so force was deliberately stopping her.
No, she must kill him!
She had already delayed too long; her opportunities were running out.
If she wasted such a good opportunity, she could never forgive herself!
Thinking of this, she finally beca resolute, forcefully pulled out the cork, and poured a little bit into Yan Sijue’s portion.
Solid cyan-ide, once he ingests it, he will be dead within half an hour.
By that ti... she would be free...
Mu Yiliang breathed a sigh of relief, put away the vial, then carried the two plates to the dining room before going upstairs to the study to call Yan Sijue.
"Is it ready?" he opened the door and asked with a smile.
Mu Yiliang nodded, her eyes unconsciously avoiding his gaze.
Yan Sijue’s smile was a bit frozen; it seed that in the end, she did put the poison in the food.
"Let’s go, I’m looking forward to it."
Hearing his unsuspecting voice, Mu Yiliang felt increasingly uncomfortable inside.
After today, she would no longer hear his gentle, magnetic voice...
Nor would anyone hold her hand tightly like this, accompanying her on her journey...
Mu Yiliang’s gaze fell on their interlocked hands; an inexplicable bitterness arose, making her eyes misty.
No, she couldn’t waver any longer!
Besides, even if she wavered now... it was too late.
In the dining room, Mu Yiliang pushed the larger portion of the pasta in front of him, her voice a bit tense, "This one’s yours."
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