Mu Yiliang smiled and said "Mm": "You promised, no lying to me!"
"I won't lie to you." Yan Sijue held her tighter, his slightly hoarse voice carrying a hint of amusement.
All the anger and bitterness, grievances and entanglements become insignificant in the face of life and death.
"Si Jue, do you want to get some sleep? You were looking for me all night yesterday, you probably didn't sleep at all, did you?" Mu Yiliang lifted her head, seeing the dark circles under his eyes, she felt a deep ache in her heart.
"Are you tired? Go to sleep, I'm here with you." He said softly.
"Mm..."
Mu Yiliang was indeed a little tired, after all, she had just undergone surgery. Though she knew she might be facing life-threatening danger, it was still just a possibility.
So, if you're supposed to sleep, then just sleep.
Yan Sijue let her go, helping her lie down, watching as she closed her eyes.
He didn't know why he suddenly felt like laughing.
