Bao Yeyuan came towards her swaying in pain, like a patient suffering from an attack whose lips turned purple in pain.
Even if he couldn't take back the hurt he caused her even if he said ten thousand words of apology, what should he... do?
When Bo Yeyuan saw clearly the contents of Li Qiyu's drawing paper, his eyes became blurry even more, as if he suddenly had a cataract, his brain was demented, his eyesight was blurred, and his ears were ringing and dizzy.
For the first time, Bo Yeyuan appeared on Li Qiyu's drawing paper...
He stood by the window, with one hand in his sleeve, a wicked smile on his lips, and his eyes as deep as the sea.
The short uniform Bo Yeyuan wore was the outfit he wore for his birthday photo. He didn't expect that she could remember it so clearly, including the dark patterns on the buttons, the embroidered edges of the cuffs, the shape of the collar, and the buckles of the boots...
…She remembers all the little details clearly.
She said she didn't love him...
Bo Yeyuan's nose was sore, and his eyes were swollen with tears, dripping down his chin. He looked at her petite back and wanted to hug her, but his hands were too weak. He had never hated himself so much.
Li Qiyu painted so attentively, as if the indelible impressions in his mind came to him at his fingertips...
She painted without any hesitation, without thinking, he was in her mind.
Suddenly a surge of power hit her——
Li Qiyu's body was clenched tightly in a hot embrace, and the easel hit the ground.
Bo Yeyuan held her petite shoulders, kissed her lips crazily, and pressed her against the red curtain by the window.
He kissed wildly, all his emotions vented in the kiss.
He wished he could kiss her forever, kiss her more than he said, kiss her more than he missed her, kiss her more than he loved her...
Li Qiyu pushed his chest like a puppet, showing no reaction to his kiss.
Hot tears wet her face. He had never cried so miserably, but she couldn't see or feel how painful he was.
"Li Qiyu...Qiyu...I love you..."
Li Qiyu broke away from his embrace, picked up the picture frame and put it back to its original place, then suddenly turned to look in the direction of the wall clock.
She walked straight into the cloakroom, opened the wardrobe cupboard, and picked through it with her fingers.
Li Qiyu's clothes have been hanging there untouched by Bo Yeyuan, and he has never opened her wardrobe again.
She chose a long skirt of smoky lake blue. Bo Yeyuan praised her for looking good in this dress. She sneered back at that time, as if she didn't care about anything he said - [I think Mr. Bo felt that it would be better to take it off.
Looks good, right?]
She took off her skirt and started to change her clothes, as if she was getting ready to go out for a date.
There were long chains tied around her wrists, her nightgown was taken off and hung on her arms, and she couldn't put on her long skirt.
Bo Yeyuan came over to unlock the lock and helped her put on the long skirt——
His spirit is on the verge of collapse. He doesn't know where she is going or who she wants to see. Is it him?
He personally chose this dress for her, and she threw it into the closet after trying it on once. She had always been against him, and she didn't like anything he liked, to show that she didn't care about him!
Li Qiyu chose a handbag of the same style, sat in front of the dressing table and applied light makeup carefully.
The doctor said that sleepwalking was in a semi-awake state, and she kept her eyes open all the time. She never made any mistakes or hit a wall. It was more like projecting real scenes into her illusion, half dream and half reality.
"Qiyu, where are you going?" Bo Yeyuan's hair was messy, his face was slumped, his eyes were swollen from crying, his nose was red from crying, and his long eyelashes were sticky with tears.
He has never been so embarrassed, like a big kid who doesn't know what to do.