"But I..." Mu Yiliang pursed her lips. She didn't know how to tell him that the thought of killing him had been haunting her mind incessantly...
Even when she deliberately tried to ignore it, even when Qiao Yebai worked hard to distract her attention, that thought still popped up now and then, sometimes even scaring herself.
She was afraid that one day she wouldn't be able to hold on and might harm him again.
Thus, she was indeed conflicted; on one hand, she wanted to see him, yet on the other hand, she was afraid of doing something terrible.
Yan Sijue seemed to know what she was thinking, gently sighed, lowered his head, and kissed her forehead, his deep and slightly hoarse voice carrying a reassuring power: "Yiliang, don't be afraid. Listen to your inner feelings."
Inner feelings...
A hint of confusion swept across her eyes.
Yan Sijue, worried about her headache flaring up, smiled slightly and said, "Why are you wearing a swimsuit?"
