Li Qiyu's long eyelashes drooped down, tears falling without her noticing.
Bo Yeyuan lifted her face, his thumb wiping away her tears, and then suddenly he pinched his own face hard before using her small hand to slap his own face.
Was this real? He felt it was surreal...
"Li Qiyu...you found out it was me you had been with, and you no longer wished to die..." he pressed his forehead to hers, asking in a low voice, "Is this true?"
Li Qiyu's eyes, clear as mirrors, gazed at him, rippling with soft light.
"Do you have a place for me in your heart... even a little?" he asked with his whole body tensed in anticipation, "Why?"
"What do you think?"
"Habit... we've been together many times, so you've become accustomed to having me around. Even if you hate me, you can psychologically accept me," Bo Yeyuan said happily.
Li Qiyu was speechless: "What's there to be happy about just getting used to you?"