"Bo Yeyuan, you finally came..." Li Qiyu's face was buried in his arms, tears staining his chest. No matter if he's human or ghost, as long as he's Bo Yeyuan...
She longed for those powerful arms, she missed everything about him so much it hurt.
Li Qiyu was filthy all over, the carefully applied makeup from this morning was ruined, and the wedding dress was so dirty and torn it was unrecognizable.
She clung tightly to his skin, there were no lights in the cemetery, just a soft moonlight casting a serene glow...
Li Qiyu raised her face, looking at his broad hooded figure in the darkness: "Why did you take so long? I've been waiting for you."
"..."
"Speak! But know this, no matter what tricks or ghostly acts you pull, I am not afraid! Since you're here, why not talk—" Li Qiyu shouted hoarsely.
"Foolish woman." His Adam's apple moved heavily, his voice also extremely hoarse, "Why not go home? Don't you know, you're a mother!"
