Bo Yeyuan pinched her chin and gently kissed her tears. The salty taste of her tears seemed to flow from his mouth into his eyes, turning into hotter drops that fell and splashed onto her face.
Li Qiyu kept her eyes tightly shut, her small face tensing, yet she dared not open her eyes...
Were those tears? Bo Yeyuan's tears? She dared not believe it.
Bo Yeyuan's fingers gently caressed the wound on her shoulder, stroking back and forth repeatedly. He could tell that it was a trace left by a nail penetrating through.
"Tell me..." he asked huskily, "what happened?"
Li Qiyu found the discrepancy in his reactions before and after strange...
"I want to know what you've endured, who hurt you. Is Beitang Feng dead? Where was he when you were injured?" He didn't protect her well?
