Li Qiyu's shoulder throbbed from the tight grip, she looked up at him with furrowed brows, "It hurts..."
That familiar, bewitching face.
Bo Yeyuan's pupils constricted, frozen on the spot. In his dreams, she had returned and left countless times!
With her lips pursed, Li Qiyu felt his grasp on her shoulder turn to stone, as if his fingers were carving into her, "Bo Yeyuan..."
Bo Yeyuan, not Mr. Bo.
Bo Yeyuan smiled, his eyes so gleaming they were almost tearful, "Qiyu... you're back."
Li Qiyu's heart ached, wanting to say something, but the brightness in his eyes made her hesitate to contradict him.
"Is it really you? You're back..." His throat seized with a violent sob, his eyes bloodshot, like a child who had been waiting for years, in anguish yet ecstatic, his voice spilling out in a roar, "Qiyu, I've always been waiting for you!"
His scalding tears flowed, heavy as they landed on her face.
