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 moment the door opened, she smelled 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 metal box on the table, along with a stack of photographs next to it.
