Li Qiyu sneered coldly, her heart so numb with pain: "Get out."
"Miss Li might have forgotten, this is Bo family's manor," Leike reminded.
Li Qiyu bent down to try to rise and leave, but the weakness and insubstantiality in her body made her collapse back down. Bo Yeyuan left before her, leaving the space to her.
He didn't tell her that after she fell into a coma, he had carried her into the lounge, roaring at the doctor to treat her. That was the truth.
Upon learning that she only had a high fever, his eyebrows did not relax; he was wracked with pain viewing the wounds on her arms and backs of her hands, personally applying medicine and bandaging them. That was also the truth.
Ye Zhilu was much sicker than her, yet Bo Yeyuan had stayed in Li Qiyu's room the whole time, watching over her as she lay unconscious and distressed. That too was the truth.
