Li Qiao didn't know how to describe her feelings at the moment, maybe the deep night always made people melancholic and sentimental.
She remained silent, wrapped her arms around Shang Yu's waist, and pressed her body close to his embrace, responding to his thoughtfulness with her actions.
...
The next day, at ten-thirty in the morning, Li Qiao was woken up by the vibration of her cell phone.
It was a call from Song Liao.
Li Qiao propped herself up, bleary-eyed, leaning against the headboard, and asked lazily, "What's up?"
Song Liao's robust voice came through the receiver, "I'm at the police station, flying back to Faliang this afternoon."
"Got it, I'll be there in a bit."
Li Qiao put down her phone and blankly spaced out for a moment, then turned to glance at the spot beside her, where a memory suddenly came to mind.
How exactly was she going to repay Shang Yu?
Li Qiao closed her eyes, sighed, and threw back the covers to get out of bed.
