Li Qiyu closed the door, turned the lock, and she knew that there were monitors everywhere in the room, so she didn't dare to let her guard down even when she was alone.
After maintaining a dazed state and finishing in the washroom, washing her hands clean, she felt the corners of her eyes turn rough and tears threatened to fall again.
Ha, why cry? For a man not worth it, why should she degrade herself by wasting her emotions?
She had originally thought that nothing he did could hurt her anymore until he wanted to personally get rid of her personality, to make her sleep without waking. Only then did she realize that her heart could still ache for him!
The door lock twisted twice, Bo Yeyuan opened the door with his fingerprint, and saw Li Qiyu with a vacant gaze, expressionless, repeating the motion of washing her hands.
Bo Yeyuan pulled down a towel, took her hand, and gently wiped it clean for her.