She disliked this kind of heartache, every time Bo Yeyuan appeared, she would feel waves of hidden pain.
She didn't want to have a weakness, didn't want to fall into the abyss of love again.
Strangely, Li Qiyu's tears flowed uncontrollably like water that couldn't be kept back by a dam.
She had never indulged in such unrestrained crying, so thoroughly and cathartically.
As long as she left him, she would become the cold and powerful Li Qiyu again!
So, she had to discard the source of this pain—just by throwing away Bo Yeyuan, she wouldn't feel bad anymore.
The private jet arrived at the airport, and she was in a daze, her mind completely blank, not even aware of when she had transferred to the private flight. The luxurious flight was like a small room, reserved just for her, with six or seven servants attending to her, wiping her face, massaging, serving milk, and feeding her fruits.