Li Qiyu laughed, "Then if I jump down, I'll be happy. Do you agree?"
"Yes."
Li Qiyu trembled all over, thinking she had heard wrong…
Her heart felt as if it had been ripped open by a dagger, bleeding and in pain.
She was on the verge of jumping down in a fit of pique, but this was the third floor, and she feared that jumping down wouldn't kill her but leave her crippled, in even more anguish if she couldn't take care of herself.
His gravelly voice rasped, "But I will accompany you down."
Li Qiyu's eyes blurred, and her nose stung as she finally turned away from the terrace to look at him.
Beitang Feng seemed even thinner, having continuously lost weight over the past six months, becoming thinner and thinner, as if one-third of his original bulk had been whittled away. Was it her imagination?
Fortunately, Beitang Feng had a large frame, otherwise, if he continued to lose weight like this, she feared he would soon disappear.
