The storm continued to rage, dark clouds filled the sky, and Beitang Mansion was surrounded by Bo family members.
Bo Yeyuan's plane landed grandly on the open space in the backyard… An overwhelming force occupied it.
Ling Ran's gaze was gloomy. If he wasn't afraid of alarming Feng, he would have ordered the cannon fire to drive all the occupiers out of the mansion.
"Mr. Ling, Miss Li has already been sent…"
Bo Yeyuan wanted to see Li Qiyu. Only she could make him leave.
Ling Ran turned around and watched the doctor inject a sedative into Beitang Feng, extending his sleep for a few more hours.
...
Li Qiyu gripped the railing, staring off into the distance in a daze…
It was Bo Yeyuan; he wasn't dead.
She covered her mouth in disbelief, tears welling up. Little Tianci was alive, and Bo Yeyuan was not dead!
She stared at him intensely, as if trying to carve his figure into her memory with her gaze, her nose aching with sourness, happiness making her unable to stand straight.
