Familiar bedroom, familiar ceiling.
Li Ang heaved a long sigh and looked down at the two books in his hands: *Andersen's Fairy Tales* and *Grimms' Fairy Tales*.
The covers of the books featured a fresh and cute oil painting style, protected by an outer layer of transparent plastic film. Li Ang always cherished his books; these two fairy tale collections, brought from the orphanage, were kept in very good condition. Aside from some yellowing with age, they showed no signs of damage.
Li Ang touched the book covers nostalgically and tucked the Red Mane Coat, still covered with a large amount of semi-melted ice and snow, into his backpack slot to prevent the meltwater from splashing onto the floor.
"HMM..."
Miss Chai's head popped out from Li Ang's chest. She curiously glanced at the two fairy tale books, then turned her head 180 degrees like an owl and said brightly to Li Ang, "Can I go play?"
"Go ahead."
Li Ang nodded like a parent dealing with a child addicted to online games.
