"I know that you are scared of them. I am too, Muxin. But sooner or later, you have to tell me everything. Not only will you and I be targeted by them, but also our son and the people in this land and your heaven. The stakes are too high for us to keep secrets from each other."
Muxin's eyes widened, but he remained silent, his gaze fixed on Yi Ling. She could see the turmoil in his eyes, the inner battle he was fighting.
"You wanted to know what she told me that day? Why she decided to hand me the dagger instead of just killing me?" Yi Ling took a step closer to Muxin, her voice softening but carrying the weight of unresolved pain.
Hearing where their conversation was heading, Muxin felt a sudden pain in his heart. He knew exactly who she was talking about. The memory of that day was etched deeply in his mind, a wound that had never truly healed.
