"I may have to separate from her for a while." Yan Sijue’s voice was low, painfully so.
"Why?" Xiaoze bit his lip, "Do I have to separate from mommy too?"
"No, you don’t." Yan Sijue chuckled hoarsely, looking at Mu Yiliang lying on the bed, "Stay with mommy, whether at Aunt Xiaoqi’s or with Qiao Yebai... Just let her leave here."
Staying at the Yan Mansion, staying by his side, was a constant reminder of the beautiful past, but those mories, for her now, were the key to Pandora’s box. Every ti she tried to recall, to doubt, the headache would begin to tornt her.
The pain grew more intense each ti. This ti she fainted, he didn’t know what would happen next ti.
He knew deep down how resilient this woman was; she was also forcing herself, fighting against that force. But how could he bear to see her in unbearable pain?
He would rather that pain be doubled and placed on him than watch her suffer!
Suddenly, Mu Yiliang’s eyelashes fluttered, and she gently opened her eyes.
Seeing Xiaoze on the left and Yan Sijue on the right, her expression was still a bit confused.
Seeing her awake, the joy in the eyes of the two n, one big, one small, was unmistakable.
"Yiliang, how are you feeling now?" Yan Sijue leaned down and asked, the heartache and guilt in his eyes so clear.
Mu Yiliang shook her head: "I’m fine..." Just as she finished speaking, she coughed lightly twice.
Yan Sijue helped her up, and Xiaoze handed her a glass of water.
"Mommy, I’m so heartbroken for you." Xiaoze’s eyes were still red.
Mu Yiliang hugged him with a smile: "I’m fine now... Don’t you dare cry!"
Xiaoze wanted to cry at first, but after she said that, the tears were instantly held back.
Yan Sijue chuckled softly: "Yiliang, Xiaoqi gave birth to a daughter last month, and now the baby is a month old. She knows you’re back and has asked several tis to let you visit her."
Mu Yiliang’s face lit up at once: "Why didn’t you tell earlier!"
Thinking about it, indeed her goddaughter was a month old. Strange, she didn’t even rember that.
"Too busy, forgot about it." Yan Sijue explained calmly, "Let Xiaoze accompany you, spend a few days at her place."
Mu Yiliang didn’t doubt him, smiled, and nodded: "Okay."
...
That night, before going to sleep, Mu Yiliang thought about how she fainted halfway through the day and felt embarrassed afterward.
Seeing Yan Sijue co out of the shower, she blushed and tugged at his sleeve.
"Hmm?" The man looked at her with a smile, "What’s up?"
"Um... during the day, were you okay?" Her face burned with embarrassnt, "I... don’t be mad."
Yan Sijue paused for a mont and suddenly laughed low, his voice a bit helpless: "Seeing you faint from pain, do you think I still had that kind of thought? I should be the one saying sorry. If it weren’t for , you wouldn’t have had a headache."
By the end, his voice was hoarse.
Mu Yiliang quickly shook her head: "My headache, it’s not... not related to that, really."
Yan Sijue didn’t say anything, just stroked her cheek, his gaze extrely focused.
This foolish woman.
His throat tightened, and he bent down, pressing a firm kiss on her lips: "Sleep, I’ll take you to Xiaoqi’s tomorrow."
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