Ling Ran's legs collapsed, kneeling in front of Beitang Feng's feet, his vacant eyes resembling a distant fog.
His eyes, wide open, stared intently at Beitang Feng...
Unwilling. He had given up the entire world to love Beitang Feng, yet it couldn't compare to Li Qiyu's simple "I love you." Even in death, he was not content.
The potent effect of the drug was broken, merely because Li Qiyu said, "Beitang Feng, I love you."
Ling Ran's entire chest was dyed red with blood, and thick blood dripped from his chin, his hand rigidly clutching Beitang Feng's, his slightly parted lips seemed to have a thousand words to say, but he could no longer utter a single one. He was already dead.
Beitang Feng fiercely tore his hand away, he grasped so tightly that even the sleeve was ripped apart.
"Qiyu, let's go..." Beitang Feng wiped the bloodstains from his hand, deeply afraid of staining her.
