"Didn't you say that we should share good things?" Qiao Chengfan was unhappy.

He discovered the box first, and it turned out that Old Qiao took it for himself.

Not happy! Very unhappy!

The little guy's little face was full of unhappiness, and his mouth was so pouted that it could hang a bottle of oil.

Old Qiao is acting rogue!

Josnian raised his eyebrows: "Want me to read it to you?"

"Yes, I have to read it!" Qiao Chengfan raised his face stubbornly.

"Study hard and make progress every day." "Books are the ladder of progress." "Who knows that every meal on the plate is hard work."

Qiao Chengfan had a headache and shook his head: "Stop listening!"

Josnian raised his lips: "Don't you want to listen?"

"I don't want to listen anymore." Qiao Chengfan covered his ears.

"Play by yourself and have dinner later." Josnian wanted to take the box back to the room.

"Will Qiqi be here soon after dinner?" The little guy looked expectant.

"Um."

Josnian put on his clothes and shoes and led him downstairs.

"Steward Sun, take Chengfan for a walk in the garden."

"Yes, Master Qiao."

Butler Sun led Qiao Chengfan out, and Josnian returned to the study.

When he opened the box again, his heart began to rise and fall instantly, like ocean waves, which never stopped.

Obviously, what was written in the note were the girl's little thoughts, little secrets, and little things.

Colorful notes filled the entire candy box.

Some of the writing was blurred, and some of the notes were yellowed, but the box was filled with the sweet smell of candy.

Each note has a date written on it, and the sentences on each note are not long, more like jotting down small details.

Josnian opened the folded papers and placed them in chronological order.

The first ones have childish fonts, but each stroke is serious.

“Everything here is strange, but it’s warmer than my old home. ××year×month×day.”

"I don't like talking to other people, except him. ××year×month×day."

"They said I was his little pet, and they would throw it away when they had enough fun. I am not a pet, not a pet, not... ××year×month×day."

Josnian did the math and found that these were all written when she was eight or nine years old.

Why did she never tell him?

How had he ever treated her as a pet?

These gossips.

"They say I have a good life, is it true? I think it would be best to meet him. ××year×month×day."

"Someone asked me to deliver a love letter to him. Huh, I threw it away. He wouldn't have discovered it, right? ××year×month×day."

"I found that he looks so good-looking when he smiles! ××year×month×day."

"..."

Josnian turned the pages, and the girl's little thoughts were revealed in front of him.

His name didn't appear on any of the notes, but... he knew it was him.

As he watched, emotions surged in his heart.

The last one was written when she was eighteen years old——

"So sad, so sad, uncomfortable. I won't like you anymore, hum. ××year×month×day."

Her face appeared before his eyes, full of joy, anger, sorrow and joy, lifelike.

He held the last piece of paper tightly in his hand.

This date is that day, he remembers it.

She came to him happily and asked: "Master Qiao, what do you think of me? Will you marry me?"

Thinking that she was being unserious again, he immediately replied, "Not really."

Josnian put his fist on his forehead and placed the note in his palm.
Chapter completed!