Boom, Bo Yeyuan's world collapsed again!
"Could it be an abortion?" The servant, discovering where the blood was coming from, panicked and spoke incoherently.
Bo Yeyuan's eyes went hollow, as if deeming his misery insufficient, another blow was dealt.
He had fallen in love with her—
Bo Yeyuan had never been so certain, so afraid.
At the sight of the fresh blood, he was scared to a heart stop, suddenly feeling that without her, he could not live on.
This love arrived unexpectedly, the sharpest weapon to strike him down.
"What did you say?" His voice hoarse and out of tune, he grabbed the servant.
"I... I don't know, the blood is coming from there!" The servant cried out.
Bo Yeyuan flung her aside violently and roared for her to call the doctor!
Li Qiyu's delicate body was lifted up by a large hand, resting against his chest.
The action caused even more blood to flow, like a crazily blooming mandrake, seductive and bloody.
