Bo Yeyuan, stop always waiting until my heart is dead before you try to ignite a fire.
As soon as I cling to hope again, you snuff out the light of dawn...
On what grounds do you think you can leave me battered and breathless and then revive me with just a few words as if you're casting an immortal breath?
"I don't know what is right to do, but you never really taught me..." Bo Yeyuan looked at the indifference in her eyes and grew increasingly desperate and insecure, "The day you sleepwalked, I took you to my room, and you drew me by hand. How could you remember my face if I don't exist in your heart?"
"I've had a photographic memory since childhood and a great talent for drawing. What's the problem with drawing you? I can even draw Beitang Feng; do you want to see?" Li Qiyu sneered with a twisted smile.
