Li Qiyu's heart ached incessantly; his words made her feel both ironic and deserving.
"I'm sorry..." Her tone was almost tearful.
"When is the wedding?" Bo Yeyuan's originally distant voice instantly softened by a few degrees. He could never handle her crying; as long as she shed a tear, he could give up the whole world. If she invited him personally, he really would attend the wedding.
"No, I didn't mean to inform you about that... I have something I want to ask you for help with."
"Okay."
Li Qiyu's eyelashes were damp, tears hung on the edge of her eyes, about to fall. Hearing his agreement, her eyes widened in surprise—
In just a few minutes, countless lines had played out in her mind, thinking of excuses to make him agree.
But he agreed before she even asked!
"Aren't you going to ask me... what I need your help with?"
"As long as it makes you happy, as long as it stops you from crying..." Bo Yeyuan's voice was low, "I'll do anything within my power."
