Mu Yiliang never expected that one day the story of "the boy who cried wolf" would happen to her.
"I'm sorry..." she whispered, and after saying these three words, it seemed to have drained all her strength.
Yan Sijue was silent for a moment but then suddenly laughed.
He had anticipated this outcome, but for a fleeting moment, he deceived himself into believing that this time she might really be doing it for him.
He let go of her, his voice indifferent: "Are you so eager to plead for him?"
Mu Yiliang felt a sting in her heart and shook her head again: "I didn't intend to plead for him, I just hope he doesn't die because of me."
"So, you're still doing it for him, aren't you?" Yan Sijue's voice sounded calm, but a hint of madness gradually emerged in his eyes, "Then you're going to be disappointed, because I'm definitely going to make sure he dies at my hands!"
Mu Yiliang trembled slightly, an overwhelming sense of powerlessness filling her chest.
