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And the fabric of the clothes looked quite fine, something likely worn by the wealthy.
After touching the clothes, Xia Ningxing's gaze fell upon the dressing table not far away.
Indeed, there was a dressing table. It was very old, covered in what seemed to be three centimeters of dust. The legs of the table were crooked as if they might collapse at any moment.
There were several drawers beneath the table.
Xia Ningxing was so hungry she couldn't take it anymore and thought she might find something to eat, so she pulled open a drawer.
The first drawer was empty.
She continued and found the second one empty as well.
When she opened the third drawer without much hope, to her surprise, she found something inside!
But it wasn't food; it was a notebook...
Xia Ningxing couldn't resist her curiosity and opened it to take a look. Perhaps because it had been well-protected inside the drawer, the pages were only slightly yellowed, and the handwriting had not faded.
