After a while, Mu Yiliang let out a faint moan and then struggled to open her eyes.
"Yiliang!" He was overwhelmed with emotion, gripping her hand tightly, his voice choked, "Don't be afraid, I'll get you out of here right away!"
"Si Jue..." she murmured softly, "Is that you?"
"It's me!"
"You... finally willing to speak to me..." she squeezed out a pale smile, "Don't ignore me..."
Yan Sijue was slightly shaken; he gently caressed her pale cheek, his eyes filled with remorse!
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He bowed his head, pressing against her cold cheek, his whole body trembling violently, "It's all my fault, I shouldn't have appeared, I shouldn't have appeared at all from the start."
"No, it's not, it's not, I..." She urgently wanted to explain something, but darkness veiled her vision again, a strong sense of vertigo preventing her from continuing.
"Don't speak, Yiliang." He kissed her forehead, "I know, I know."
