Xin bit her lip and finally said reluctantly, "You're too full of yourself! There's no way Yan Sijue is such a fragile person!"
Mu Yiliang looked at her with pity: "Xin, you don't understand him at all. You just want a Yan Sijue who fits your expectations. Let me guess, all these years because of Aunt Lan, you must have been paying a lot of attention to him. Watching him step by step reach where he is today, haven't you grown to admire him secretly? Especially since he once saved you. To you, Yan Sijue must be something special, right? You may not love him like a woman does, nor is your purpose to possess him, but you still have a motive."
Xin's expression seemed to crack. Her lips were pressed tightly, turning pale.
"We've all speculated about your motive, but whether it was me or Yan Sijue, we guessed wrong." Mu Yiliang sighed, "He always thought you were doing it for greater interests, I thought you were doing it for him as a person. But in reality, it was neither."
