"Not before, but in the future, it might be different. Her hatred is growing stronger." Yan Sijue explained calmly.
Maybe it won't be long before her hatred temporarily seizes her rationality, prompting her to strike at him once more.
"Fake death?" Master Chen raised an eyebrow, "It's not impossible. But executing it won't be easy. Unless you stop breathing and lie stiffly before her, how do you make her believe you're truly dead?"
Yan Sijue smiled faintly, "I have a way."
...
The next day.
Mu Yiliang awakened from her slumber, feeling the scorching heat from her waist.
She turned her head, seeing the peaceful sleeping face of Yan Sijue.
Unable to resist, she reached out to graze his brows and eyes; his sleeping form always exuded tranquility and innocence, deeply moving her.
Mu Yiliang suddenly recalled their first marriage, when she approached him under a different identity and fooled him utterly... Thinking back, it was amusing.
