Bo Yeyuan's handsome brows pressed against Li Qiyu, and with closed eyes, he appeared to be asleep. Since the moment he sliced his wrist, blood had been draining for nearly half an hour; his body grew colder by the second, as warmth was leached from within.
In his embrace was her... the feeling of waiting for death, was unexpectedly blissful.
She died, and he would join her. In the next life, they would be reborn and still be together.
Li Qiyu's fingers twitched slightly.
An electric shock in the water had reawakened her heart's sense, and together with the medicine that had been poured into her mouth, Li Qiyu's life had made a round trip at the gate of hell and was snatched back.
Bo Yeyuan's resuscitation measures were timely and proper, coupled with Li Qiyu's strong obsession—Qiye.
As her consciousness drifted, she continuously heard the cries of a baby. If she left, Qiye would be left in the world to suffer alone, without family or kin!
