At night, the lights around the bed in the presidential suite were the only ones on, gentle and not blinding.
Li Qiyu slept sweetly holding little Tianci bundled up in a bathrobe too large for a child, with only a pair of tender little feet peeking out.
Li Qiyu's long hair was curled, her face serene.
Bo Yeyuan stood, riveted at the bedside as if he could never get enough.
In over two years, she seemed hardly changed, as if time had reversed on her, making her appear even more naive and delicate.
Bo Yeyuan's heart clenched tightly, he bent down and twisted a lock of her thick hair, the touch of her hair was unlike any other woman's, and the delicate softness of her skin was his favorite.
He slowly caressed her eyebrows, her cheeks, rubbing back and forth across her lips.
His heart felt as if it was being strangled by steel wire, struggling for breath.
"Li Qiyu... why have you forgotten everything? Why have you forgotten me..."
