The prison fell into a brief silence.
Li Muyang stared at the woman in front of him, who was trying to speak softly and tenderly, momentarily stunned.
Although Yan Xiaoru's gentle tone was very rigid, clearly she had never done this before and it seemed a bit awkward.
Yet, for some reason, seeing Yan Xiaoru like this, Li Muyang felt a warm current rise in his heart.
All the troubling matters he had been wrestling with seemed to vanish at that moment.
After thinking over his words, Li Muyang said, "…Although it looks like I'm being petulant, really I'm not."
Li Muyang's expression became sincere, his gaze soft, as he tried to convey his honesty, "I'm not an ignorant three-year-old child, how could I be petulant about matters of life and death with you?"
"The reason I said not to come and rescue me is that it's truly unnecessary, the danger is too great."
