"Didn't you say you want to share good things?" Qiao Chengfan was displeased.

He discovered the box first, but Lao Qiao took it for himself.

Not happy! Very unhappy!

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

Old Qiao is playing a scoundrel!

Qiao Sinian raised his eyebrows: "You want me to read it to you?"

"Yes, I have to think about it!" Qiao Chengfan stubbornly raised his little face.

"Study hard and improve every day." "Books are the ladder to progress." "Who knew that every grain of food on the plate was hard."

Qiao Chengfan had a headache and shook his head: "Don't listen!"

Qiao Sinian curled her lips: "Don't listen?"

"Don't listen or not." Qiao Chengfan covered his ears.

"Play some fun by yourself and have supper later." Qiao Sinian wanted to take the box back to the room.

"Did Qiqi come after dinner?" The little guy looked expectant.

"Um."

Qiao Sinian put on his clothes and shoes and led him downstairs.

"Butler Sun, take Chengfan to the garden for a walk."

"Yes, Mr. Qiao."

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

When he opened the box again, his heart also rose and fell instantly, like waves, never stopping.

Obviously, the notes are written about the girl’s little thoughts, little secrets, and little things.

Colorful notes filled the entire candy box.

Some of the handwriting is blurred, some of the note is yellowed, but the box is filled with the sweetness of candy.

Each note has a date written on it, and each sentence is not long, it is more like recording small bits and pieces casually.

Qiao Sinian took the folded paper strips apart and placed them in chronological order.

The fonts at the beginning were naive, but they were very serious in every stroke.

"Everything here is strange, but it is warmer than the original home. ×× year × month × day."

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

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

Qiao Sinian calculated that these were written by her when she was eight or nine years old.

Why didn't she tell him?

Did he ever treat her as a pet?

These gossipers.

"Is it true that they said I am lucky? I think meeting him is the best. ×× year × month × day."

"Someone asked me to hand him a love letter, hum, I threw it away. He won't find it, right? ×× month × day."

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

“…”

Qiao Sinian was flipping, and the girl's little thoughts were fully revealed in front of him.

His name was not shown on all the notes, but... he knew it was him.

As he watched, his emotions surged.

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

"It's so sad, so sad, so sad, I don't like you anymore, hum. ×× year × month × day."

Her face appeared in front of him, with joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, lifelike.

Holding the last note tightly in his hand.

This date was that day, he remembered.

She came over to him with a giggle and asked, "Mr. Qiao, what do you think of me? Can you marry me?"

Thinking she was not serious again, he immediately replied, "Not very good."

Qiao Sinian pressed his fist against his forehead and placed the note in the palm of his hand.

The candy box was lying quietly on the table. The Snow White on the lid was already blurred, but the eyes were still burning and bright, as if full of expectations.
Chapter completed!