"I know... I know everything, don't cry." Bo Yeyuan brushed her long hair, lifted her face, and seeing her tears made him feel entirely miserable...
The unsightly wedding dress on her made him feel as if he were being pricked by needles.
Pulling down the zipper of the dress, he stripped her out of the layers of the wedding dress as if peeling a boiled egg.
She wore a thin underskirt and sat on his lap. He took a handkerchief, dampened it with purified water, and gently wiped her tear-streaked face.
"Bo Yeyuan, let me tell you a secret." Li Qiyu looked at him cautiously.
Bo Yeyuan pursed his thin lips and meticulously wiped her face. His serious demeanor frightened her...
"Little Qiye... is not dead. I know where he is."
Bo Yeyuan's hand paused.
"During the hurricane at sea, Ling Ran sent someone to save the child first."
A terrifying, low growl squeezed out from Bo Yeyuan's throat, "Ling Ran?"
