However, when Li Qiyu's gaze landed on the simulated baby in the display window, her thoughts turned to little Qiye ...
Tears surged from the corners of her eyes and streamed down.
Having been gone for so long, how was little Qiye, would Beitang Feng get angry and take it out on the baby by not giving painkillers?
Bo Yeyuan saw her tears, and his chest ached as if trampled over by tens of thousands of camels.
No matter how she tortured him, no matter how she longed for Beitang Feng, he endured it, it was just like thorns striking his chest.
But she cried ... she wept bitterly ...
Li Qiyu closed her eyes, her fingers stroking through the glass of the display window, not daring to let her gaze focus, afraid that Bo Yeyuan might notice her abnormality.
Cough cough cough, she choked on her tears, coughing softly.
Bo Yeyuan took a baby cloth from the shelf and wiped the tears from her face.
