"That day, even if he hadn't taken that bullet for you, he would still have died." His voice was almost cruel, "He should have understood that, which is why he was so determined. From the moment he kidnapped Qiao Yebai, he probably didn't intend to stay alive."
Mu Yiliang's eyelashes trembled violently, and after a long time, she nodded gently, "I know."
She knew she shouldn't blame herself for Ye Moran's death, but the way he died in front of her would be something she could never forget—it might even haunt her dreams for a long time!
"I'm sorry, Si Jue, I thought I was carefree, but I'm not at all..." She smiled bitterly, "You must have been very worried, right? Yet you still had to pretend as if nothing happened..."
"You don't need to pretend to be strong in front of me. I would rather you vent it all out harshly, rather than keep it in like this." He kissed her on the cheek, his smile bittersweet, "As long as you get better, everything I do is worth it."
