Bo Yeyuan's body jerked a few times, he seemed to hear Li Qiyu saying she loved him...
He struggled to wake up, but his body wouldn't cooperate, yet his heart suddenly raced with wild joy.
Li Qiyu wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, gazing at his sleeping face, and only after seeing no sign of him waking up did she feel relieved, properly hanging the medicine bottle for him. She was now half nurse, knowing how to do injections, giving medication; she could do it all.
She pushed the clothes rack over to hang the infusion bottle and was about to leave—after the meeting, she would return to Beitang Mansion.
Bo Yeyuan, you're so bad, why do I still love you. A bitter smile curved her lips as she bent down to kiss his forehead, his nose, lingering on his lips.
A long, lingering kiss, a farewell.