She asked in panic and unease.
Sheng Shinian's gaze upon her was always so indifferent, devoid of any carnal desire between a man and a woman.
As if her delicate body was nothing more than a piece of porcelain.
He didn't touch her, no matter how she clung to him, how she seduced him.
That's why she sought solace in the arms of her bodyguard...
Sheng Shinian never gave her that intimacy—otherwise, would she need to go outside her own home to another man?
Mrs. Li's words echoed in her ears: "If he finds out that Li Qiyu's heart isn't in you anymore, he would abandon you ruthlessly."
"That's not true, Shinian loves me, he treats me so well!"
"Treat you well?" Madam Li stroked her hair, "It's because he sees you as the vessel that carries Li Qiyu's heart."
Li Baiyi's heart felt like it had been heavily hammered, a dull pain: "Shinian—"
Sheng Shinian gently kissed her forehead and let a servant take her to rest, "Take care of your health. Nothing is more important than you."
