His actions were exceptionally gentle. In over a month of marriage, as his wife, this was the first time this man had been so attentive and considerate. Mu Yiliang looked at his usual calm and elegant expression, and, suddenly, a soft spot in her heart became uncontrollably tender.
She didn't know whether he was just saying things for appearance's sake or if he genuinely felt that way.
But no matter which it was, a trace of guilt had already settled in her heart.
However, things had come to this point, and she could only continue to play her part in this charade.
"It's not your fault... it's all me... too careless..." Mu Yiliang lowered her eyes, sobbing softly, "I'm sorry for you..."
Yan Sijue glanced at her indifferently, then suddenly turned around to face Old Sir Yan, "Grandfather, I will take care of this. I'll take Yiliang back first."
Old Sir Yan pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Alright. I'm waiting for you to give me an explanation."
