He imagined every day what the future with Li Qiyu would be like.
There would be a home—a house, a big bed, sunshine; there would be kids—a pair of children, a boy and a girl; and perhaps a pack of dogs...
Life would be simple, and he would be content.
On the big screen, Beitang Feng was speaking and laughing, his pitch-black pupils glimmering like stars in a city, the deep scar still giving him a wicked charm, his pale lips curving upward on one side, making him so handsome that one could never forget his face.
[Li Qiyu, I love you... I have wanted to marry you for many years...]
Li Qiyu bit her lower lip hard, her nose reddening painfully.
All the loving relatives she had were gone, leaving only Beitang Feng, and she was giving her all for him.
Beitang Feng... If only you were my brother, my brother, how wonderful would that be?
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