Beitang Feng, such a proud man, stared deeply into Li Qiyu's eyes and knelt on one knee.
Li Qiyu didn't understand, her eyes looking at him as if wrapped in moist fog. Her breathing was weak; she actually had little willpower left, each breath growing more choked.
In Beitang Feng's eyes, she saw the same fog, ready to condense into tears with the slightest movement.
His eyes were bloodshot, looking at her wounds with an expression more pained than her own…
She almost thought it was Bo Yeyuan standing in front of her, watching her with such a pained face.
Li Qiyu's Adam's apple moved, and she cried out in pain. She didn't know why her heart hurt so much; she had been brutally abused to the extreme and had not shed tears, but at this moment, tears fell.
As Mrs. Li had said, everyone abandoned her at the most crucial moment…
Her personality wasn't loved by everyone; eventually, even she hated herself. Beitang Feng's appearance was the most desperate ray of soft light for her.