Han Dongchen knew he had been pretty harsh last night, it was just to scare her a little—how could he bear to truly harm her?
Seeing her change the topic, he went along and said, "What else could it be for? I don't know who the crybaby was who saw the words on the leaves and sobbed her eyes out."
"Eh—I thought I had put away all these books, how come there's one that slipped through?"
Hearing this, warmth spread through Su Xiaowan's heart. She smiled and grabbed Han Dongchen's hand, "How did you come up with this idea? Isn't it inconvenient to carry them around?"
