Why did she resort to this self-destructive way of hurting herself?
Bo Yeyuan's heart felt as though it were entwined by thorns, bleeding profusely. This woman's life or death had long ceased to concern him, so why should he feel heartache for her!
His hand gently applied medicine to her bite marks as he stared at her pained sleeping face, his gaze growing ever deeper.
Li Qiyu's poor sleep quality made her terribly thin. Especially these past few days, thinking that she had harmed Ye Zhilu and the child, with a dark personality lurking within her, she was afraid to sleep. She feared doing something evil when she wasn't alert.
Because of the heavy mental pressure, she always dreamt of herself killing people, blood like rivers.
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Li Qiyu slept for a very long time this time, as if under a demon's spell, unable to awaken from the nightmare even in agony!
