Bo Yeyuan stumbled towards her in agony, his lips turning purple from the excruciating pain, like a patient in the throes of an attack.
No matter how many times he said he was sorry, it couldn't take back the hurt he had caused her. What should he do?
As Bo Yeyuan focused on the contents of Li Qiyu's drawing, his vision blurred even more severely, as if suddenly shaken by cataracts, his mind went numb and his eyes couldn't see clearly, causing ringing in his ears and dizziness.
For the first time, Bo Yeyuan himself had appeared on Li Qiyu's canvas...
He stood by the window, one hand in his pocket, the corner of his mouth bearing a mischievous and striking smile, his gaze as deep as the sea.
