"Brother Shinian..." Li Qiyu's forehead broke out in cold sweat as she woke from a nightmare, sitting bolt upright.
She had dreamt of Sheng Shinian again, he had died, and little Qiyu knelt before his tomb, crying until her voice was hoarse, her small shoulders jerking with sobs. The pain was so intense that, upon waking, she still felt her heart convulsing violently, her face drenched with tears.
The pillow was already soaked with her tears...
Li Qiyu's eyes darkened, Sheng Shinian's life hung by a thread, and she thought every day—how could she find the key to his heart? What should she do to satisfy Sheng Shinian!
She felt that Sheng Shinian wasn't waiting for her, but for the little Qiyu who could let go of hatred.
But she couldn't go back to the past!
She had thought she wouldn't be sad or hurt if Sheng Shinian died, but all these tears...
