Mu Yiliang's face showed a look of nostalgia, then she laughed at herself and said, "I can accept any change in you, except for one thing... you no longer love me."
Yan Sijue glanced at her, his gaze dark and unfathomable.
For a moment, Mu Yiliang almost had the illusion that he still loved her.
But it was just a moment, and the illusion quickly disappeared, because the man indifferently left a sentence: "Truly touching."
However, there wasn't a trace of emotion in his tone.
Mu Yiliang's nose tingled, and she turned her face to the side, trying hard to suppress the surge of tears.
The man pressed his lips lightly, his gaze on her seemed somewhat focused, but quickly, he looked away: "Allowing you to see Xiaoze is not impossible. But..."
Mu Yiliang suddenly looked up, a glimmer of light in her eyes: "What do I need to do?"
Yan Sijue glanced at her again, turned around, and left without saying a word.
