Bo Yeyuan felt an intense pain, all the sources of agony coming from his heart, almost as if he wanted to reach in and tear it out to discard it.
[Bo Yeyuan... Bo Yeyuan, wake up...]
The flames scorched his mind, and he heard her crying. She was crying? Would Li Qiyu cry for him?
The pain in his heart wasn't as fierce—
[Please, I beg you, wake up... You must not be in trouble...]
Bo Yeyuan opened his eyes, and a face stained with tear marks swayed before him. He managed to pull a smile at the corners of his dry lips and suddenly pulled her into his embrace, "Qiyu..."
Ye Zhilu was startled, clutching his large hand tight, tears streaming down her eyes, "You finally woke up... Leike, quickly call the doctor!"
Bo Yeyuan's body tensed, and his eyes darkened... pushing the woman in his arms away forcefully.
Ye Zhilu fell to the ground but didn't feel the pain, only worrying whether the wound on his wrist had reopened.
