When she asked him what the happiest thing was,
his happiest? He hoped he hadn't experienced it yet...because he imagined that one day in the future, she would regret staying by Beitang Feng's side and think he was the better choice, or the day Beitang Feng died or became disabled, and she returned to him—that would be the happiest moment of his life.
Li Qiyu's eyes were blurry as her fingers traced over each of his scars, many small wounds whose origins even he couldn't clearly explain.
But, the heaviest wound on his body must have been because of her!
The scar on his chest from a dagger thrust deep inside was still indented.
"Bo Yeyuan, let's make a pact," Li Qiyu said, her eyes blurry as she looked towards the light.
When Bo Yeyuan heard the word "pact", he started to grimace.
Because a pact always unilaterally restrained him; she could change her mind at any time and wasn't bound by it.
