A sharp arrow pierced through Li Yeqi's heart, fired by Mo Beichen. He immediately felt a sense of desolation and glared at him, "Why are you bringing up what's better left unsaid?"
Mo Beichen clasped his hands in a pleading gesture, "I didn't mean to stab your heart. I just thought you couldn't really understand my feelings."
Li Yeqi: "..."
"Alright, I know you're on cloud nine right now, but could you please consider the feelings of the wounded?" Li Yeqi's tone was full of lament. He had missed Yanling's birth, causing the child to not be close to him even now.
That day, when Yan Luoxi was poisoned, Yanling worried about her and even yelled at him. Just thinking about it made his fatherly heart ache.
