"Your heart, it was stabbed by Bo Yeyuan. So... the one in your chest is actually..."
"You're not wrong, it's your heart," Beitang Feng interjected.
Li Qiyu pressed her lips tightly.
"Originally, it was your heart, I'm just returning it to its rightful owner," Beitang Feng laughed self-deprecatingly, as a glimmer of tears slowly appeared in his eyes, "Qiyu, if time could turn back, I would rather... never have taken your heart."
Li Qiyu shook her head, feeling so sad that she couldn't breathe, "You once said that when you were lying on the hospital bed, hovering between life and death, it was your mother who forcibly saved you. You said you didn't want to live at all, that they never asked for your opinion. I didn't understand back then, but now I do... Is it because you later found out your heart was mine, that you were so upset?"
"..."
