The kraft paper bag contained a video disc, and Bo Yeyuan kicked open the door to the living room with a bang. The servant said, "This is the room where Li Qiyu stayed," the luxurious curtains cascading down, seemingly still holding onto her scent.
Bo Yeyuan walked on the wooden floor and abruptly pulled off the dust cover from the large bed...
All the bed sheets and bed skirts had been removed; he sat down on the bare bed frame, his eyes filled with defeat.
Leike connected the screen of the home theater and asked softly, "Young Master, do you want to play it and take a look?"
Bo Yeyuan handed him the video disc; too many things happened that day, each one hitting him too hard, and he was almost unable to bear it.
Li Qiyu had left, silently, and before she departed, he had learned everything.
If only the nightlight had broken a day earlier, he might have kept her, but he had lost his last chance.
Was this God's punishment? Bo Yeyuan refused to accept it—
