On the way back, Mu Yiliang leaned against the man's shoulder, looking somewhat listless.
Yan Sijue gently kissed her cheek, "Didn't you forget that woman, Mu Yixun, once schemed against you?"
"She didn't really cause any serious consequences..."
"Yes, she isn't a match for you at all. But you're her sister, and she dared to treat you like that. You still feel bad for her?"
Mu Yiliang sighed softly, recalling her father's haggard appearance and her mother's sorrow, "But if Mu Yixun really dies..."
If something happened to Mu Yixun, their parents would surely be in immense pain, especially Mei Suqin.
Her beloved son met with an accident in childhood, and her eldest daughter became her outlet for anger. Mu Yixun had been the sole recipient of Mei Suqin's affection for so many years, to the extent that calling her the apple of her eye would not be an exaggeration.
Upon thinking of this, Mu Yiliang felt even worse.
