Li Qiao turned her gaze to Shang Zonghai, offering a faint smile and shake of her head, "I've never been."
If she hadn't met Shang Yu, perhaps she would've never given Parma a second thought in her entire life.
Now, reminded by Shang Zonghai, that yearning was once again ignited within her.
Shang Zonghai gently sipped the red tea in his cup, his strategic eyes glancing over the rim at Li Qiao, remarking as if in sudden realization, "So you've never been..."
Before Li Qiao could speak, he caressed his teacup, his eyelids drooping with a hint of profound sentiment as he sighed, "If you have the chance, you can go back for a visit."
At this moment, no one noticed the obvious tension etched on Duan Shuyuan's face as she remained silent.
Li Qiao's attention was fixed on Shang Zonghai. Hearing his words, a flash of surprise quickly swept through her eyes.
—You can go back for a visit.
The statement seemed ambiguous.
