So tired, her body felt incredibly heavy, and amidst the thick fog, countless small Qiyus flickered through her mind...
"Mommy, Qiyu will be good." "Brother Shinian, don't leave..." "Feng, I'll listen to anything you say!" "Bo Yeyuan, I like you."
The overlapping images of little Qiyu all culminated in hatred and contempt for herself.
Li Qiyu was now filled with a profound sense of weariness. If she hadn't schemed against Ye Zhilu and Bo Yexun out of blind hatred, none of this would have happened. It was her fault; she had only herself to blame.
"Why are you crying? Is it so painful to marry me?" Bo Yeyuan's voice sounded both distant and near.
Ye Zhilu covered her mouth, sobbing heavily, uncontrollably crying, "I've always dreamt of it, but you love Li Qiyu... I thought you would never marry me."
Li Qiyu's waning willpower felt as if it were being tugged by a piece of driftwood.
