Xia Zhaohe ran joyfully to Pei Huaian, squatted down shyly, and said, "I heard that the Emperor intends to grant us marriage this time."
Pei Huaian frowned deeply, pushed his wheelchair back, and kept a certain distance from her.
"Impossible."
"How is it impossible?" Xia Zhaohe stood up dissatisfied.
She had liked Pei Huaian for many years, always following behind him, not sparing a glance for anyone else, even though Pei Huaian was so cold to her, she still loved him unswervingly.
Behind the rockery, Shao He felt that eavesdropping on others' conversations was really impolite, took a deep breath, and slowly moved her body to walk outside.
After managing to get out of the rockery and about to sneak away carefully, she was blocked by Chu Yu who had rushed over.
"What are you doing? Hiding there sneakily!" Chu Yu asked displeasedly.
"It's none of your business." Shao He said and then tried to leave.