Li Qiyu stared at him intently, the depths of her heart scalding, flowing like lava.
Beitang Feng grasped her wrist and pulled her fiercely into his embrace.
Li Qiyu protected the tray, blocking between them... "Feng..."
Beitang Feng gripped her shoulder tightly, and as soon as he opened his mouth, it was another continuous cough sound.
Li Qiyu's eyes gradually became misty with tears: "Your illness is getting worse, should we sit over there?"
"It's my fault." Beitang Feng's eyes were dark and grim, "I didn't expect the most loyal people around me would betray me too!"
Too much trust, too much indulgence in Ling Ran's power.
"You're ill. They all hope you can treat your illness and live on." Li Qiyu set down the food, "Why did you give your heart to me? Give me the chance to live?"
"..."
"Perhaps, this life of mine was meant to be yours."
