Of course, Li Qiao felt too lazy to ponder this much, knowing that whatever the reason, there would come a day when she would find out.
Half an hour later, Shang Yu led her to the backyard of the Royal Hotel.
The ground lamps cast a hazy glow of circles of dim yellow light, and large banana leaves cast mottled shadows on the ground.
Green Garden.
The place where they first met.
The pavilion was lit from all sides, serene and leisurely in the midsummer night.
Li Qiao walked step by step along the stone path, the familiar scenery seeming to overlap with the images in her memory.
After they sat down, she leaned sideways against the stone table, her gaze falling on a banana leaf, staring blankly.
The man opposite her turned his head to look at her, and the next second his long arm reached across the table, pulling her face towards him, "What are you thinking about?"
