Li Qiyu's tears breached their dam, emotions that she couldn't name surged forward. Her mouth hung open, as she tried not to let herself cry out, but her tear-stricken face only showed deeper sorrow.
Bo Yeyuan wished he had a hundred hands to wipe her tears away...
If she kept crying, it wasn't her eyes that would go blind, he'd die first.
"Li Qiyu, let me take you away," he said.
"..."
"Are you trying to see Beitang Feng? Will you stop crying if he's here? I'll bring him right away—" Bo Yeyuan carefully cradled her in his arms, like soothing an infant.
Li Qiyu shook her head; she didn't want to just leave him!
But what else could she do if not leave now? She nodded in pain and helplessness, then shook her head again...
She was crying too hard to speak.
"You've compensated me enough, Li Qiyu... Is it because of my manic episode? I won't lose my temper at you anymore." The devil inside Bo Yeyuan's heart had been cleansed by her, he no longer hated her, and thus was healed.