"Qingtian—"
Gu Xiyang, in a panic, wanted to explain but didn't know how to argue her case.
The documents were there, a thick stack of them, and she didn't know how much Fu Qingtian knew.
"Xiyuan."
Fu Qingtian weakly reached out his hand to her.
Gu Xiyuan, not knowing why, but still placed her hand in his larger one.
It wasn't until he gripped it tightly and pulled her to sit beside the bed that he said, "You've been wronged."
The anxiety in her heart began to subside.
Qingtian, did she love him so much already?
Gu Xiyuan, unable to fathom Fu Qingtian's intentions, didn't know how to respond.
She could only, with tearful eyes, choke out his name, "Qingtian—"
"Xiyuan, I really want you to stay in M country, to be by my side. But, my illness has worsened, and I will need more time to recover."
"Fu Yanshen took everything that belonged to me and also hurt the woman I love the most, I will never let him go."
"I want you to return to Jiangcheng first."