Li Qiao disappointedly uttered an "oh," even Shang Yu didn't know, maybe...only her father was privy to the inside story.
"Since the marriage has been annulled, naturally the marriage contract is void. Instead of dwelling on the marriage contract, why don't we talk about how you plan to thank me?" Shang Yu's deep gaze fixed on Li Qiao, his tousled hair slightly moving, the lift at the end of his sentence mixed with the sound of rain, possessing a kind of gentleness that stirred the soul.
Li Qiao stretched out her hand toward the outside of the corridor, preventing the rain from falling in clear patters against her palm, but that did little to extinguish the burning in her heart.
She slowly clenched her fingers, letting the rainwater slip through her fingers, suppressing her slightly erratic heartbeat, cleared her throat, and asked with a forced smile, "What kind of thank-you gift does Master Yan like? Could you give me a hint?"
