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It was at the Red Rose Restaurant where Qiao Chutian and Feng Qinglang first met, her slight smile by the corner of her lips that caught his eye.
"My grandma is a great person,"
said Qiao Chutian.
"Mmm. I'll also try hard to become a great person,"
Mai Xiaomai said while eagerly opening a book to read.
Indeed, inside the pages were many of Zhuang Jingmei's delicate handwriting and unique insights.
As she read, she became immersed, forgetting the existence of Qiao Chutian beside her.
Watching her bow her head in focused reading, her expressions unwittingly shifting with the plot of the book.
Confusion...
Astonishment...
Delight...
And sometimes, sudden epiphanies, as if enlightenment washed over her...
Qiao Chutian found the variety of expressions crossing her face fascinating to watch.
Lin Na also enjoyed reading in front of him, but mostly fashion magazines, and with not many expressions, just quietly looking.
Of course, Mai Xiaomai was also reading quietly.
