A few days without seeing each other, the man seemed to have lost a bit of weight again, making Mu Yiliang's heart ache.
"Yan Sijue..." She walked up to him, meeting his deep, dark eyes, and couldn't help but reach out, wanting to hold his hand.
However, the man gently avoided her touch.
Mu Yiliang's nose tingled, and she choked out, "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you. You're right to blame me. I make nice-sounding promises, but deep down, I never truly trusted you."
"You said, once you left here, don't come back," he said hoarsely, laced with heavy sarcasm, "Who allowed you to appear?"
"You did." She tried hard to put on a smiling face. "If you didn't want to see me return, why would you allow Ye Bai to land the helicopter here?"
"Because, unfortunately, you are the owner of this small island." He sneered, "I wish I could shoot the helicopter down with a missile!"
Mu Yiliang pressed her lips together: "Anyway, I missed you... I'm your wife, you can't chase me away."
