Home? Where was her home?
Li Qiyu laughed coldly, having never felt a sense of belonging. Nobody wanted her from the moment she was born...
Was the Bo family her home? Madam Bo, Bo Feier, didn't every single one of them hate her to death?
Li Qiyu's gaze became distant as her strength waned, yet she forced herself not to collapse!
The rain grew heavier, and Bo Yeyuan carried her horizontally—
Li Qiyu clutched the pistol tightly, aiming at his head. She never lowered her hand the entire way.
Several bodyguards, struggling against the storm, carried a giant umbrella as they descended to the square...
A long line of cars was already arranged in the misty rain; Bo Yeyuan carefully placed her in the car, avoiding getting her wet.
Li Qiyu, groggy, felt as if she had suddenly fallen ill, her body burning hot and ice cold at the same time.
Bo Yeyuan wrapped her in a thick blanket, holding her tightly in his arms, transferring his warmth to her...
