There were also many other scattered books, some of which Qu Tong had a passing knowledge of, and some she couldn't even understand the titles of.
With the advanced science and technology of the interstellar era, there were many new terms she had never encountered before.
Her slender fingertips, as white as scallions, grazed over the books, and Qu Tong's gaze stopped at a glass bottle on the bedside table, inside which was a dried-up rose.
Qu Tong carefully picked up the glass jar and found that there was something else inside.
She held the glass jar up in front of her and, looking straight through it, saw several small paper rolls.
Just as Qu Tong was wondering what these were, Si Yuting walked in.
On seeing what was in Qu Tong's hands, Si Yuting's eyes shifted for a moment.
Qu Tong didn't notice it and put the glass bottle back in its place, calling out with a smile, "Your Highness."
"Hmm."
