Xie Qingci glanced over.
Yu Xia herself didn't even know there was such a paper note in there, and carelessly said, "Don't look at me, I don't know there's a note inside, nor who wrote it."
What wound, what pain, she even didn't know if it was written by a high school classmate or a junior high school classmate. She kept the box only because it came as a set with the mini stapler.
Xie Qingci didn't say whether he believed her or not; he stuffed the note back in, returned the stapler box, and then went to look at another gift box.
This box had a lot more stuff.
Ceramic sunshine dolls, wind chimes, dream catchers, various bracelets, a watch, buttons, and a very small graduation message book.
Yu Xia immediately held his hand when she saw this.
"Maiden manifesto, can't look."
"But I want to see."
When his eyes emitted a longing plea, it was truly hard to refuse.
Yu Xia closed her eyes and sighed, berating herself for her tendency to be swayed by good looks.
