She had had a cesarean section just a few months ago, and she simply couldn't have another child now. Didn't they understand this common sense?
Or did he simply not care about her body, he only cared about what he wanted!
She stubbornly brought back the landscape bonsai and patiently watered the little red maple; when alone, she would sit at the desk writing. Beitang Feng, Beitang Feng, Beitang Feng... filling page after page.
Bo Yeyuan hadn't come for two whole days, and she knew his temperament well, a bit more provocation, and he would soon let her go, knowing that Qiyu wouldn't obediently listen, he might as well marry Ye Zhilu!
Li Qiyu's mouth curled up in a bitter smile as she mocked herself. So much for his so-called love.
Suddenly, the door was forcefully slammed open, and without turning her head, she could feel it was him!
Bo Yeyuan's steps were slightly staggering, carrying a very thick scent of alcohol...
