"Beitang Feng is sick... You care about him!" Bo Yeyuan clenched her hand, voicing his concern,
"..."
"Did he say—without you, he couldn't go on living!" Bo Yeyuan lowered his voice, "I'm the same, I'm not that strong either, I'm fragile too, without you by my side, I can't go on either."
Li Qiyu looked at him, speechless.
"It's not just him who's miserable, I am too. It's not just him who has died for you, I have died too..." Bo Yeyuan shouted indignantly.
Seeing her sneak off to see Beitang Feng, he was so angry that he felt he would explode, but very soon, Bo Yeyuan realized something even more tragic: he had no right to be angry. If it weren't for Beitang Feng, Li Qiyu would have died in the explosion at the cemetery. No matter how much he disliked Beitang Feng's presence, he had indeed saved Li Qiyu.
And what about him? Bo Yeyuan was not there when Li Qiyu needed him most—
