The familiar figure came into view, and Mu Yurou called out instinctively, "Ah Li..."
Her tone was as gentle as ever.
Ye Li looked at her, slowly approaching.
His tall stature loomed like a mountain, his fists clenched tightly, a mix of sorrow and anger etched on his face.
He already knew.
Of course, Ye Huang would definitely have told him the truth.
Mu Yurou smiled bitterly, standing up, "Ah Li, I am Mu Yurou. The Mu Yurou who fell in love with you a long, long time ago."
"Why?" Ye Li's voice was hoarse, struggling to control his emotions.
"Because I love you." Mu Yurou looked at him steadily, without fear, "Ah Li, do you remember? Five years ago at the Xila Peninsula, a child fell into the water, and you jumped in to save him. Many people on the shore were watching, applauding you, Mu Xuerou and I were among them."
Ye Li's body trembled violently for a moment, he clenched his fist tightly, his veins bulging, joints cracking.
