"He is still in the sea, you didn't save him, did you?" Li Qiyu asked with blood in her tears, "Then why are you looking for me? The child is dead, we have no chance to be together anymore."
Bo Yeyuan felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow, unable to utter a single word.
"Go back, Bo Yeyuan... This place is not where you should be."
She turned her face away, no longer having the courage to look into his eyes.
When she said that, she clearly felt the light in his eyes vanish in an instant. His expression became so lifeless as if he had aged ten years overnight.
All his light of hope dimmed, like a corpse... Li Qiyu was terrified, afraid that her words would knock Bo Yeyuan down.
"Let go of me..." she said softly, with a hint of pain, squeezing out a few words.
Bo Yeyuan's hands finally released her one by one, like flesh being torn apart, and when he let go of the last finger, it was like he had broken it. His face showed pain that was almost twisted.
