Leike stood at a distance, watching the Young Master embrace Miss Li and cry, and he silently wiped away his own tears.
Suddenly, Qiyu clutched her chest in convulsion. Bo Yeyuan's face changed instantly, and he took out the heart medicine he carried with him, prying open her lips to make her swallow a pill.
Fortunately, he was accustomed to dealing with such emergencies and didn't lose his composure.
"Qiyu... Li Qiyu..." After Bo Yeyuan fed her the medicine, Leike quickly approached, handing over a bottle of water.
Qiyu's face was covered in tears, and she closed her eyes in shock.
The church bell had already struck 5 a.m.; dawn was breaking, and she had been in the square for the entire night, her hands and feet icy cold.
Bo Yeyuan carried her into the RV, wrapping her tightly in a blanket.
Qiyu, how many more sides of you do I not know? I always thought you were heartless, but you have one; you've just hidden it too deeply...