Ning Qing gritted her teeth. She was too anxious to find the key.
He took a decoration from the desk and smashed it down with great effort.
She accidentally hit the tip of her little finger. She had no energy to care about it, and her heart was only on the thing in the box.
The lock wasn't secure, so it broke after a few hits.
He removed the lock and opened the wooden box.
Inside, there was a black-covered diary and a small gift box.
Inside the box was a necklace.
It was almost exactly the same as hers.
Ning Qing suddenly recalled what Nian lie had said.
He gripped the blood-red bead and turned it around.
The word "su" was carved on the inner wall.
She opened her mouth and felt a bitter taste in her throat.
Ning Qing's weak hand fell, and she didn't dare to look at the notebook.
She knew that her sister liked to write in her diary.
