"The dagger is right by your side, only when you kill me will I stop."
"..."
"Qiyu, whether it's a boy or a girl, our child, I treasure you all like jewels."
"Li Qiyu, I love you, I can't express how much I love you. If love is just saying 'I love you,' then that's not love."
She suddenly grasped the dagger by the pillow, the sharpest end pointing at him: "Bo Yeyuan, get out!"
Bo Yeyuan's body was drenched in sweat, his handsome features like a painting, growing more distant...
His expression was of indescribable pain.
Li Qiyu seemed to have the gift of prophecy, every time they were about to part ways for a long time, she looked at him so close yet felt as if he was already a thousand miles away.
In the days that followed, she would often think back to this day, her heart wrenching. At this crossroads of choice, would she regret it?
"I'll say it again, get out! Or else I'll kill you!"
