"Auntie, where else can I find this book?" Chiang Xiao asked.
"You probably can't find it anymore. I've heard that there weren't many copies printed to begin with, and the only reason we have two is because my dad was interested in it back then. Unless you can find some old folks who are interested in reading, who might be lucky enough to have kept it as a treasure, it's going to be tough, very tough to find."
Chiang Xiao felt very disappointed at that moment.
"However, if you want it, I'll give this copy to you. I doubt I could sell it anyway." The auntie stuffed the book into Chiang Xiao's hands without waiting for her response.
"Then thank you, auntie."
"No need to thank me, just come by more often to buy paints and paper," she said.
At this point, the classmate who had been picking out a friendship book for ages finally came over.
Zheng Ruyi presented two friendship books to Chiang Xiao, "Chiang Xiao, take a look and see which one you like."
