After speaking, he straightened up and walked in that direction.
Mu Yiliang involuntarily clenched her hands.
The terrain there was very steep, and there was nothing to hold on to nearby. A moment of carelessness and one could fall off.
She watched as the man walked over step by step. Though his pace was slow, every step was steady.
Mu Yiliang couldn't tell if she was relieved or disappointed.
The man bent down, picked the flower, then turned around and waved at her, a slight smile on his lips, full of youthful arrogance.
At that moment, Mu Yiliang felt as if something had struck her heart hard.
She stared blankly as Yan Sijue walked back and handed the flower to her with a smile, "For you."
Mu Yiliang numbly accepted it, completely forgetting her original purpose.
She held the flower tightly in her hand, her eyes suddenly a little moist.
Yan Sijue suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips. Mu Yiliang trembled slightly, and hatred and resistance flooded her mind!
"No!"
