Li Qiyu breathed dully, her heart feeling as if it was stuffed with broken glass: "Did you really miss me when I wasn't around?"
"Miss?"
"When?"
"I miss you all the time."
Li Qiyu breathed in his scent deeply: "You miss me so much, yet you're willing to let me marry Beitang Feng?"
"It was what you wanted. Who could stop you from doing what you wanted to do? What right do I have to interfere?" Bo Yeyuan looked at her delicate face and spoke each word with a deep sense of gravity in his eyes.
"I said, Beitang Feng is about to die. If I'm not by his side, he won't accept treatment."
"Then what if one day I'm about to die?"
"I won't allow that."
