Upon hearing him mention Mrs. Li, Li Qiyu's eyes dimmed, and she felt even more unhappy. She knew she was a child without a home, unloved by her parents, and even with his abilities, the explosion in the cemetery still remained a mystery. What more could she expect from him?
A while later, Bo Yeyuan brought over the pillow and blanket, and made his bed at this end. It was even narrower here!
After lying down, he had to slightly tilt his body to fit and manage to sleep.
Li Qiyu gave him a cold glance and went to the other side.
Bo Yeyuan: "..."
...
Days suddenly began to pass by quickly, each day turning into a paper photo to be collected in the photo album.
