Li Qiyu pressed her chest, struggled to sit up, and sneered, "I'm very comfortable everywhere, I didn't die as you hoped, did I?"
Bo Yeyuan's chest turned bitter, he staggered to the bedside, and gripped her shoulder, "Why would I wish you dead?"
If the whole world died, he still hoped she would live! He had just almost thought she was dead...
"Get away from me—Bo Yeyuan, I never thought you could be so disgusting, do you know that you should see a doctor?"
Bo Yeyuan's lips were pale, and he looked down at her, "Li Qiyu, I love you, I have been waiting for you..."
Li Qiyu's heart throbbed violently, she hadn't forgotten that he said he liked Ye Zhilu, that he was captivated by her.
"It was you who orchestrated her pregnancy, switched identities with her in America." He leaned on the nightstand, droplets falling from his bangs.
"It was me." Li Qiyu's gaze was indifferent, his guilt had been dulled by his torment.
