"Hmm?" Xinian anticipated.
Chiang Xiao said, "Tall."
Xinian: "..."
Good-looking and tall.
Did he not have any substance?
His handwriting was also really nice! With a darkened face, Xinian continued to labor.
However, he soon forgot about this minor grievance, as all his thoughts were captivated by Chiang Xiao. She was genuinely researching, taking each hefty tome into her hands, sitting down beside the bookshelf, not uttering a word, and diligently flipping through page by page.
Except when asking for his help, she never even lifted her head.
While she read, he watched her.
Accompanied by the exceptionally peaceful summer air.
Which child could sit quietly for such a long time doing research without finding it tedious? Moreover, those hefty tomes contained many words that even he found abstruse. Could she, a sixth-grader—well, a kid who had skipped grades but not yet in junior high—really understand it all?
