Does he still deserve her trust? She didn't want to say half a word more to him.
Right now, all she wanted was to find a clean place to pray and bury her decaying body…
"Qiyu…" His fingers pressed against her lips, his heart full of bitter pain, "Tell me, what do you want me to do? Whatever you say, I will listen."
She opened her mouth, "I want to go home."
Bo Yeyuan kissed her forehead, "Okay."
He didn't dare reject her any longer, now only wanting to tend to her emotions. He took the clothes he had bought for her, opened her bathrobe, and each time he saw the myriad of scars on her petite body, it hurt him. Li Qiyu had always been using the best scar removal creams, otherwise the scars would not just be superficial.
Bo Yeyuan swore that he would not let a single scar remain on her fair skin.
He dressed her in a skirt as if he was taking care of a child. No wonder she wore long gloves at the banquet, her arms were covered in scars.
