"What are you laughing at?"
"This is the first time you've shown concern for me, Qiyu. It's quite memorable."
Li Qiyu bit her lip, suddenly unable to respond.
"I don't like seeing you filled with guilt, and I don't want you to have a psychological burden. That's also why I never wanted to tell you the truth. Compared to guilt, hate is more straightforward."
His thoughts were unexpectedly in conflict with Li Qiyu's.
She had once hoped that Beitang Feng was an utterly bad person, which would have justified all her actions!
"If you really feel that sorry for me, you can make it up to me."
"What can I do for you?" Li Qiyu truly wanted to do something, otherwise she'd be driven mad by this torment.
Beitang Feng stretched out his arms: "How about a hug? That's not too much, right?"
"..."
"You've never hugged me of your own accord before." He smiled, recalling every time he tried to embrace her, she showed nothing but disgust.
