Young Master... She was awakened as if doused with ice water; how could she forget about that child. Ye Zhilu indeed was an innocent victim who should not have suffered such pain. It was her sole responsibility for orchestrating the tragedy that had dragged Ye Zhilu into the mess, almost costing the child's life several times.
If she truly was in Beitang Feng's hands, his bloodthirsty nature would surely vent his anger on her.
"Is this Bo Yeyuan's idea?" Her lips parted, her tinnitus so severe that she couldn't hear her own voice.
Leike pondered, "Yes."
"Fine... I'll go." Li Qiyu lifted her face, the sunlight seemed unusually blinding, causing pain around her eyes.
She had long since lost any right to happiness, her hands stained with so many lives while still foolishly yearning to be with Bo Yeyuan, stepping over how much blood for satisfaction. The mistakes she made, she would atone for.
"Miss Li really agrees?" Leike asked, surprised.
