"It's me," Li Qiyu clenched her cellphone tightly.
Then, a series of crashing sounds ensued: bottles and glasses, trays hitting the floor, as Bo Yeyuan, agitated, collided with the bartender, "Where are you? Don't go anywhere, I'm coming right now!"
"Mr. Bo," Li Qiyu, knowing he had misunderstood, spoke softly, "I am Miss Li."
An instant of pause felt like suffocation.
Bo Yeyuan roared in a low voice, "Who allowed you to call this number—"
"..."
"I've warned you not to touch my memories!" Bo Yeyuan's troubled, raspy voice darkened, realizing his tone was too harsh, he suppressed his volume, but his considerable fury was audible!
Li Qiyu's heart felt as if it were pierced by a row of steel needles, honestly, this type of interaction was something she had never been through, being nailed to a stele, the pain of nails through the shoulders wasn't as profound as now.
Because she loved him, every one of his cuts could deeply slice into the bottom of her heart...
