She couldn't allow herself any further contact with him; this man possessed a certain dangerous power, like a whirlpool that irresistibly drew her in. She was acutely aware that the Li Qiyu he spoke of was not her, but another personality.
If that personality was so wonderful, why had it vanished?
Feng loved her, and so did Bo Yeyuan.
The doctor had said that dissociative disorder could manifest from self-loathing and enduring immense psychological torment, hadn't he?
The little bun had been nestled sweetly in mommy's arms, dreaming, when he was gently shaken awake, yawning widely and cracking his eyes open slightly: "Tiankong, it's time to set off."
"Hmm? But the baby is so sleepy..."
Li Qiyu was already packing up her personal belongings; she didn't have much luggage, but each item was a treasure she couldn't afford to lose.
Tianci's eyes snapped open, though it was still dark outside: "Beautiful Qiqi, where are we going?"
