Beitang Feng's eyes were extremely dark. Li Qiyu couldn't tell if he believed her. She only felt her head ache like a chaotic mess, unable to stand, slowly squatting down while hugging her knees, crying out in pain.
From the moment she knew she was Li Qiyu, she felt both happy and terrified...
Her longing for Bo Yeyuan grew stronger every minute. She wanted to rush into his arms. As long as they were together, it didn't matter if tomorrow was the end of the world.
But, did little Qiye really not matter anymore? Did Beitang Feng not matter anymore?
Would being with Bo Yeyuan at all costs really make them happy in the future?
Having come this far, Li Qiyu thought that if she could just hold on a little longer, until after the wedding, Beitang Feng would settle down and consent to proper treatment—
No matter the outcome of the surgery, good or bad, at least Li Qiyu had done her best, and Beitang Feng had also tried his hardest to live.
