Mu Yunlie's voice carried a trace of thin anger.
It was different from the anger he showed when awake.
At this moment, there was none of the cold, commanding aura about him, and his voice was softer.
Yan Qianyi turned to look at him.
Before, his eyes always seemed to be veiled with a layer of cold frost.
Beneath the frost was an unfathomable dark mystery.
But now, the frost had melted, and his eyes sparkled brightly, clear and limpid.
His watery eyes looked as though they could overflow with tears at any moment.
Such a vulnerable Ah Lie truly made one want to protect him.
Compared to his previously cold and fierce demeanor, she utterly adored this version of him.
However, a tinge of worry also sprouted in her heart.
The poison in Mu Yunlie had acted up just last night, and it had flared up again tonight.
With such frequency, the poisoning must be deep.
If it continued, his life would likely be in danger.
