But he could do nothing, her gaze, filled with indifference and hatred, played on a loop in his mind—the image of her bleeding in the square. What right did he still have to keep her?
Where she had collapsed, he had ordered the area to be cordoned off immediately...
The baby was dead, not even entitled to a cemetery plot.
At the place where Li Qiyu had bled, Bo Yeyuan erected a fountain with a statue of an angel baby, a miniaturized version of Bo Yeyuan and Li Qiyu with a lovely little naked body and a pair of small wings.
He didn't know whether it was a boy or a girl, so he sculpted a pair...
From then on, he would visit every year on the baby's death anniversary, and even more often just to see it!
...
Li Qiyu lay on the bed, her body clearly exhausted, yet unable to sleep.
With closed eyes, her mind ran unnervingly clear, replaying the times she had spent with Bo Yeyuan in recent months, frame by frame.
