Bo Yeyuan harshly pulled at the knot of his bandage, determined to live well because he still didn't deserve to die, he had the rest of his life to repay what he owed her!
Since yesterday, he hadn't touched any food, the meals brought by the servants all smashed and thrown out by him.
His hands trembling, he pressed the intercom, his voice desperately calm, asking someone to bring a meal.
In the mirror, the cold water ruthlessly washed over his face, he stared at himself, his handsome features suddenly twisted with crying.
Eating his food, a nameless sorrow swept over him, crying and choking as he forced down the food, coughing so violently that his heart and lungs felt like they would explode.
He started to go through Li Qiyu's diaries she had left for him, where she casually mentioned her experiences, glossing over many of her pains, always explaining, it wasn't her, constantly admitting wrongs, her vengeful heart too heavy.
