Grasping the hand by the bed, the servant blinked in shock and timidly asked, "Young Master, are you awake?"
Bo Yeyuan saw the servant's face, sat up halfway, his abdomen in extreme pain.
"Li Qiyu..." He called out hoarsely, his gaze hollow as he stared at the empty living room, and he pulled out the needle and got off the bed.
Last night, when Leike called the Young Master and got no answer, he tracked the signal and found that the Young Master had come to the City of Glass. He brought a group of servants over, only to find the Young Master utterly drunk in the bathroom.
"The Young Master and Miss Li?" Leike couldn't believe it, "How could they possibly come back here? Young Master, you drank too much last night, you wouldn't be dreaming, would you?"
Bo Yeyuan waved his hand and swept it away fiercely, "Am I not clearer than you whether it's a dream or reality?!"
Although he had missed Li Qiyu to the point of insanity before, he had also mistaken dreams for reality...
