Xia Chu waited a bit longer, but still, Huo Xiyao did not return, which made her even more anxious.
So, she decided to go look for him.
However, because she got up too abruptly, she didn't notice she knocked over the water glass next to her. The water immediately flowed into the drawer of the old table through the cracks on the surface.
"Oh no..."
After a brief moment of frustration, Xia Chu hurriedly grabbed some tissues and pulled open the drawer, frantically trying to mitigate the damage.
These pieces of furniture were old but held significant meaning; she couldn't let them get damaged further.
When she had wiped up most of the water, she busily started checking the few yellowing books in the drawer.
Fortunately, they weren't very wet. Blowing them with a hairdryer for a while should dry them out completely.
Xia Chu's hand suddenly paused.
Did the worn notebook she just saw have the words "Little Xiao" written on it? Could it be Huo Xiyao's old homework book?
