Chapter 412 I Will Get Better
"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."
Mu Yiliang murmured, "I will get better, Si Jue, trust me, I won’t let you worry anymore..."
No, it can’t be like this. Even if Ye Moran died for her, how could that man become a barrier between her and Yan Sijue? She couldn’t sleep because of another man; how would Yan Sijue feel? She couldn’t even imagine.
Putting herself in his place, if Yan Sijue was restless day and night because of another woman, she would certainly be in great pain! For Yan Sijue, he didn’t even have the stand to blame her, after all, Ye Moran died for her!
"I will get better..." she continued to murmur, her expression somewhat dazed.
Yan Sijue finally sensed something was wrong, his heart sank, and he became anxious, "Yiliang!"
She raised her head somewhat blankly.
The man’s heart ached deeply, his voice hoarse and choked, "Yiliang, don’t put so much pressure on yourself. I believe you can do it, and until then, I’ll always be by your side, don’t be afraid."
Mu Yiliang let out a soft sob, her throat choked, she could no longer speak, and could only hug the man in front of her tightly.
She would get better, and they would return to how they used to be, certainly.
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Early the next morning, Mu Yiliang got up and went to Xiaoze’s room.
This kid’s room was decorated entirely according to his own preferences. One corner was occupied by various electronics and gaming consoles, along with two large bookshelves, but overall, the room was quite tidy.
She sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her son’s sleeping little face, suddenly recalling when he was younger. Xiaoze’s precocity showed early; he could speak clearly at eight months, and after learning to read at three, he often held a book and read by himself. His self-learning ability was terrifying. At that time, she almost suspected something was wrong and considered taking him to the hospital, only to be refused by his displeased rejection.
Having such a child, she was already satisfied—even if she could never have another, what difference would it make?
However, Xiaoze suffered from the common flaw of geniuses—extreme arrogance, which made him seem quite aloof. Most people appeared foolish and naive to him, and he thought it was a waste of time to communicate with them. Over the years, apart from Xiao Qi and the others, only Yan Sijue had genuinely earned his admiration. And she, as his mother... in his eyes, probably always needed him to take care of her. Thinking of this, Mu Yiliang felt a bit disheartened.
After a while, Xiaoze seemed to sense something, and in his drowsiness, opened his eyes and hesitantly called out, "Mommy?"