Bo Yeyuan seemed like a child who had been deceived too many times, still with that anxious look, "If you truly loved me, why did you choose the dagger instead?"
"I just wanted to drive you away, I didn't mean to stab you… It was you who fell down…" Li Qiyu thought of that moment as a nightmare.
Bo Yeyuan looked at her strangely, unsure whether her words were true or false. He had thought at the time that her picking up the dagger was her choice, that her shallow stab was as if she struck at his heart, causing him such pain that he went mad, willingly sinking to the bottom, letting her pierce through him, thinking that if his heart were dead, it wouldn't hurt so much.
Bo Yeyuan tightened his grip on her shoulders, "If you truly love me, why did you leave me to marry Beitang Feng?"
Li Qiyu's mouth opened painfully; her scalded lips split, but she could not utter a single word. Her expression was so agonizing, as if she carried a myriad of sorrows that she could not express.
