While he said that, his other hand was still tightly clutching her wrist.
Li Qiyu pried open his fingers one by one, and his palm was damp with sweat.
She no longer looked into his eyes, fearing that she would, like countless girls fallen in love, foolishly believe him.
"Li Qiyu, I love you..." He embraced her from behind, his arms like iron almost suffocating her!
No one had ever loved her; she was constantly abandoned. How could Bo Yeyuan, who had disdained her three years ago, possibly love her now? Love her for what?
"Bo Yeyuan, don't say you love me. Because even you don't believe that," Li Qiyu said, her gaze indifferent as she looked ahead.
If he truly loved her, he wouldn't have let their relationship develop to this point.
"I love you... I love you, Li Qiyu..." His voice was deep, resonating from the marrow of his bones.
