After rummaging through the files, Tang Yanqi reached out to take the book. It was in a transparent box with a lock, the title clearly visible inside.
Tang Yanqi felt a tightness in her heart, looked at the small lock, and began searching the set of keys she had just brought for the matching one.
She found it and unlocked the box. The book was somewhat old, with worn corners, as if it had been read many times.
She took it out and opened to the first page. It was written in standard, beautiful calligraphy, with words she knew well.
Isn't this... isn't this the book she left for Sheng Jianan when she ran away from him all those years ago?
Back then, she hadn't left a name or any personal details. The day before Sheng Jianan's surgery, he had once grasped her wrist and asked, "Who exactly are you? What's your name?"
Tang Yanqi remembered she hadn't answered then; she just couldn't help but take out this book from her bag and carefully place it in his room before leaving that day.
