A silent night passed.
Bo Yeyuan lay on the large bed, just like countless times before when he had been drunk and had dreamed of reuniting with her. In the dream, she disappeared again, saying she would wait for him in the future.
"Li Qiyu——"
Bo Yeyuan suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes, his hand subconsciously reaching out, only to grasp at emptiness.
There was no one else by his side, but the air was filled with a persistently ambiguous scent, and the bed sheets were wrinkled.
The sound of water stopped from the bathroom, and Bo Yeyuan stared at the door as if he were looking at a monster, the word "panic" appearing on his gloomy face for the first time!
He had promised Li Qiyu that he would not touch any woman other than her; he had remained celibate for two years. He had thought with full confidence that when she returned, he could proudly embrace her and tell her—"You are my woman, and I am yours, the only one. Apart from missing you, I've desired no one else."
