After a long time, Mu Yuntian slowly stood upright.
His face was pale, like someone who had been ill in bed for a long time.
"What's the use of talking about this anymore?"
He murmured, "She is dead, dead. She will never come back again."
His face was ashen, and his eyes looked into the distance, but they couldn't find their focus:
"The fault was mine. I forced her to death. It's all my fault."
"It's not you! It's me! It's me who's wrong!"
Cang Xiyao suddenly retorted loudly, "If it hadn't been for me, if I hadn't been pestering her, you wouldn't have forced her."
"No, it's me, it's me."
Mu Yuntian said weakly, "Even if you don't show up, as time goes by, for a stubborn person like her, I will still follow my own temper and torture her until life is worse than death."
As Mu Yuntian spoke, he suddenly looked at Cang Xiyao seriously:
"Speaking of which, I still want to thank you."
Cang Xiyuan's eyes widened.
"If it weren't for you, I might have kept my thoughts in the dark and tortured her with wishful thinking."
Mu Yuntian smiled: "It's because of you that I know that I love her so much."
A few leaves suddenly fell suddenly.
Dilated pupils.
Incredible eyes.
He actually said he loves me?
This is impossible!
Cang Xiyuan wanted Mu Yuntian to admit that he cared about Bai Yuyue. It was not because of the reputation of Prince Qingyang that he forced her to death, but because of the man's pride.
However, when he actually heard Mu Yuntian speak, he felt a little uncomfortable.
Mu Yuntian didn't care about Cang Xiyao's feelings, he just looked into the distance:
"In this life, I have Si Shun, I have seen Princess Yueque from a distance, and I have met her, but I have gained nothing."
"There is nothing I can do about Si Shun's illness. Princess Yueque's identity makes me have no courage to strive for happiness. And she, she..."
Mu Yuntian stretched out his hand and looked at his clean palms: "You know, the moment my hands were stained with her blood, I realized that I was wrong, a big mistake."