The box tipped, and its contents spilled out. Cheng Qingchong used the bedside table to steady her balance and apologized to Qin Yinan. "I'm sorry, Mr. Qin."
"It's okay." Qin Yinan smiled gently at Cheng Qingchong before turning his gaze to her ankles. "Are you hurt?"
Cheng Qingchong shook her head and rushed over to clear away the mess that had fallen all over the bed. Qin Yinan, the gentleman that he was, helped her out.
They were all trinkets of a girl; there were cards, stickers, and a perfectly preserved teddy-bear shaped eraser.
Qin Yinan and Cheng Qingchong quickly cleared half of the stuff away. When Qin Yinan reached for a card that had fallen beside his arm, his motion suddenly paused.
This card looks so familiar.
Cheng Qingchong had been watching Qin Yinan out of the corner of her eyes. When she noticed the shock in Qin Yinan's eyes, she knew she had accomplished the third order given by her boss.
