Li Qiyu clenched the diagnosis report, and tears dripped onto the paper.
"The Young Master has led a proud life, so he wouldn't want to live in a lowly, clinging manner. Miss Li, this time the Young Master has struggled in pain to survive for you... Shouldn't you be kinder to him?"
She hadn't treated Beitang Feng well, but instead had been extremely harsh toward him.
All along, she thought that he had imprisoned Qiye and was blackmailing her, and she hated him...
"Miss Li, don't be busy with grief, I will help you search the whole world to find the heart that's most suitable for you." Leike took off his hat and held it in his hands, looking at her with a bent waist, anxiously.
Li Qiyu wiped away her tears: "It's not that, I was just reminded of a friend and felt a bit sentimental. I've known about my illness for a long time; there's no cure. If Beitang Feng, with his great abilites, could have found a matching heart, he would have helped me by now."
Leike: "..."
