Her mother looked at her in the eye and passed the books to her. "Take a look. You've always loved reading ever since you were young."
Xia Qingyi took the books, felt the heaviness of their weight, hugged them to her chest and thanked her mother.
Han Liang had just returned downstairs. He changed his shoes at the entryway, placed his keys on the table, walked to the living room and raised his head and saw the two of them standing at the second story corridor.
"What are you two doing?" Han Liang asked.
"Mom just gave me two books to read," Xia Qingyi went downstairs hugging two books to her chest and waving another in her hand.
"What kind of books?"
"Mom said they were books I read in the past, ummm… Andersen Fairy Tales. I want to read them again."
Han Liang scanned through the book title and turned his head around. "They're children books, and yet you like reading them again."
Xia Qingyi said, "It feels good."
