She extended her finger and paused in midair.
Could it be 1212?
What exactly does 1212 represent?
Yan Xinxin pondered silently, and ultimately extended her finger, pressing 1212 as she envisioned in her heart...
With a "click" sound, the study door easily responded and opened.
Her heart raced as she lifted her eyes to look into the study. Just at the mont the door opened, she slled a faint and pleasant orchid fragrance.
It was his scent.
Yan Xinxin walked in slowly, glancing around the room.
The study had two walls lined with bookshelves, filled with all kinds of books.
Thinking of Mo Chuxi wanting to finish reading all those books, she couldn’t help but admire him.
For him to hold such a position of the Crown Prince of Di Jue at such a young age, it couldn’t have been without effort behind the scenes.
Yan Xinxin walked to the desk and without any searching, she saw an open tal box on the table, along with a stack of photographs next to it.
She went over, carefully picking up the stack of well-preserved photographs.
The first one alone left Yan Xinxin in a daze.
Undoubtedly, the girl smiling gently in the photograph was Mu Qianyuan, who was also Yan Xinxin herself.
She held a bouquet of hydrangeas, standing under the brilliant sunset, where colorful light rays turned her into a gentle, colored painting.
Yan Xinxin looked closely, feeling emotions of gratitude and sorrow intertwined flowing within her heart.
She still couldn’t find her lost complete mories, only segnts of disjointed images in her mind.
However, looking at this photograph, she could almost imagine how many tis Mo Chuxi had taken out this photo to reminisce about her.
Because one corner at the bottom of the photo had long shown signs of being frequently handled.
She looked at photo after photo, showing a carefree and innocent, beautifully simple childhood, yet such wonderful childhood mories were scattered by an accident...
Yan Xinxin thought back to that accident and also to Mu Qianshui’s cold gaze hidden behind a tree at that ti.
If it was just her and Mo Chuxi hiking then, why did Mu Qianshui appear by the stream where they hiked?
Could it be that Mu Qianshui had been following them all along?
While pondering, Yan Xinxin soon noticed the diary placed next to the tal box.
She hesitated for quite a while before picking up this heavy diary.
But when she got to turning the page, she froze.
To enter Mo Chuxi’s study like this already seed wrong, and to look at his cherished photographs and diary would be even more so, wouldn’t it?
Thinking of this, Yan Xinxin decided to put the diary back. But, whether due to nervousness or not, the diary fell on the floor, and she hurriedly reached out to pick it up, only to catch a glimpse of the first page opened from the diary.
Several bold and vigorous words unexpectedly caught her eye.
’At that ti, there was a small wish’
Such a simple sentence, yet it held layers of profound aning.
Back then, his wish was probably his small wish for Qianyuan in his heart...
Thinking of this, Yan Xinxin’s eyes beca slightly moist. She picked up the diary and set it down, put away the photographs, then left the study, returned to her bedroom to change into a dress, hurriedly washed her face, and rushed downstairs.
She wanted to find Mo Chuxi.
To find the man she had cherished in her heart since childhood!
Just as Yan Xinxin’s hurried steps were about to step out the door, she suddenly ran into a wall of flesh!
She reflexively retreated, but an arm encircled her waist.
Yan Xinxin sharply raised her eyes, seeing a noble and cold face of a man reflected in her teary eyes.
"Chuxi?"
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