Li Qiyu's breathing hitched slightly.
"Stay, and you can continue to torment me. Li Qiyu, you haven't finished taking your revenge… How can you let go of such a good opportunity?" Bo Yeyuan's voice grew increasingly hoarse, "However you loved me in the past, let me taste it now!"
Li Qiyu's fists curled slightly. The ending for all women who relied on men was always tragic, a destruction from within, the ruin of a life, the bloody price paid!
Wasn't dying so many times enough for her?
She understood all the reasons why not, but her legs seemed to be nailed to the door, unable to move.
Bo Yeyuan was standing right behind her, just a door's distance away, his hot breath encircling her…
"I really liked the birthday gift you sent," he said, in an uncharacteristically humble tone, "Looking through those gifts, I realized what I had missed before."
"…It's a pity, but I plan to forget," Li Qiyu said lightly, "Bo Yeyuan, I don't hate you anymore. Not at all."
