The heart that loves her has long been indistinguishable; to him, they are one person. Otherwise, how could he be in such pain now? Like suffering the greatest betrayal!
Little Tianci died at the seabed; he no longer has the face to see her…
But he doesn't dare to die either; if he died, what would become of Li Qiyu?
Just imagining her heartbroken and shedding tears, her being in utter despair, Bo Yeyuan wants to stab himself.
Li Qiyu, I thought you were grieving for me, but you desperately wish for my death?
In the drunken room, Bo Yeyuan lay as if on ruins…
The result of his chaotic smashing is that everything that could be broken was shattered, yet at the edge of his greatest fury, he would carefully place their belongings back...
Loving Li Qiyu became a habit for him, even his breath.
"Li Qiyu..."
Bo Yeyuan's head ached to the point of splitting as he held his head and called her name.
"Li Qiyu—"
