"I may have to separate from her for a while." Yan Sijue's voice was low, painfully so.
"Why?" Xiaoze bit his lip, "Do I have to separate from mommy too?"
"No, you don't." Yan Sijue chuckled hoarsely, looking at Mu Yiliang lying on the bed, "Stay with mommy, whether at Aunt Xiaoqi's or with Qiao Yebai... Just let her leave here."
Staying at the Yan Mansion, staying by his side, was a constant reminder of the beautiful past, but those memories, for her now, were the key to Pandora's box. Every time she tried to recall, to doubt, the headache would begin to torment her.
The pain grew more intense each time. This time she fainted, he didn't know what would happen next time.
He knew deep down how resilient this woman was; she was also forcing herself, fighting against that force. But how could he bear to see her in unbearable pain?
He would rather that pain be doubled and placed on him than watch her suffer!
