"So... have you found him?" Li Qiyu turned her face away, hoping desperately he'd say he hadn't.
But the hand tightly pressing on her waist made her pain spread throughout her body.
Bo Yeyuan's hot breath gently brushed against her ear, "The last thing he said to me while he was alive..."
Beitang Feng curled one side of his lips wickedly, the scarred eye rippling in the water, his light laughter seemed to vividly appear before Li Qiyu:
[I want her to live.]
Li Qiyu closed her eyes in grief.
"He wants you to live, and so do I." Bo Yeyuan's hand gripped her shoulder tightly, "Li Qiyu! That's also why I didn't want to come looking for you..."
How could he selfishly drag his dying life back to find her, bring her sorrow, make her witness death, or even accompany him to die?!
Li Qiyu took a deep breath, and when she opened her eyes again, she smiled, "I understand now."
She said with relief.
"You've agreed to live?!"
