Li Qiyu laughed lightly in the darkness, as if sitting on a branch that sprouted from the dark, "Close your eyes, and you won't feel the pain, Li Qiyu."
Li Qiyu's eyes seemed almost closed as she allowed her thoughts to completely sink. A baby who looked very much like Bo Yeyuan tottered towards her: Mommy...
Li Qiyu stiffened. She couldn't leave Qiye behind!
She bit her lower lip in pain and banged her head hard against the bedpost, thinking that if she stayed conscious, she wouldn't be taken away.
The successive hits caused her head to hurt terribly, and it seemed she exerted too much force; she fell off the bed and the forehead that hit the ground swelled up from the broken skin.
The other her in countless mirrors stepped out from another space, squatting before her, touching her swollen brow: "Don't worry, I'll take good care of Qiye. He's our child, how could I bear to harm him?"
Lying—should she believe it?
"You've killed so many people!"
