Li Qiyu's heart ached in spurts; on the final page was the prototype of two little angel statues...
The boy's brows brimmed with vigor, the girl pure and lovely, just like the ones in her mind!
Li Qiyu remembered she had drawn them because she had dreamt of them several times!
Unable to suppress her grief any longer, Li Qiyu covered her lips as tears dropped heavily onto the photographs.
She had never thought that she would anticipate this child so much; she had even considered snuffing out its life. But now that it was truly gone, she was heartbroken... as if the feeling of home had dissipated.
She couldn't forgive Mrs. Li, because of the intense blood ties; she couldn't forgive Sheng Shinian, because loving deeply was what made it most painful!
Bo Yeyuan, it was the same for him; the path of pain, even if forgiven, could not be walked a second time.
