As long as it's her, I want her.
Bo Qing's words made Ye Lingyue, who was hiding behind the willow tree, slightly stunned.
To Hong Yulang's ears, it felt cold from head to toe, chilling to the core.
Even if Ye Lingyue has countless men, be it Prince Feng, Wu Zhong, or Di Shen or any others, as long as she's willing, he wants her.
In Bo Qing's words, there was no sweet talk, yet it surpassed countless love words of the human world.
In the love between a man and a woman, there's no right or wrong, only mutual consent, irrelevant to a third party.
Whether she loves him or not, he still loves her wholeheartedly.
Bo Qing is a smart person, how could he not know that Ye Lingyue's heart belongs only to Di Shen.
But for her, he's willing to wait, as long as she turns back, he'll be there.
Hong Yulang collapsed to the ground. The summer night's air was not cold, but the moisture from the damp soil wet his clothes, making him feel a bone-chilling coldness.
