Sitting on the bench in the dark part of the curtain, Bo Yeyuan stared at the bobblehead doll in his hand. The sunflower resembled a baby's smiling face, and his heart had never stopped aching.
Qiqi and Yeye crawled around in his embrace, already accustomed to Emperor Bo's scent, frolicking on him to their hearts' content.
Bo Yeyuan maintained this position, without moving at all for several hours.
Every word spoken by Bo Yexun sounded like the melody of a demon, entwining around his ears—
He spoke of intimate, tender moments with Li Qiyu every day, saying the children were his. When Bo Yeyuan thought about the timing of the pregnancy, how could he not feel heartbroken?
"Uhm..." Li Qiyu opened her eyes, her throat dry and bitter.
Bo Yeyuan immediately approached, grasping her hand, "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Bo Yexun also sprang up from the sofa and rushed over, holding water, "Qiqi must be thirsty."
