Xingtian asked her with a laugh: "So, what type of books do you like to read? You can take them if you find any here."
"Really?" An Ruo asked, delighted.
She indeed wanted to read more to understand more of the things she had forgotten.
"Of course, feel free to pick any of these books." The man gestured invitingly, even if she took all the books here, he wouldn't mind.
An Ruo started selecting seriously, luckily she recognized the words and knew their meanings. If she had forgotten even those, she would have truly become someone who understood nothing.
While she was picking books, a servant called Xingtian outside. He told her he would be leaving for a while and An Ruo let him go, saying she didn't need his attention.
She chose several books and placed them on the desk, then started to survey his room.
There was nothing particularly special in his bedroom, not even a photo. An Ruo pouted, could it be that neither of them liked placing things in their bedrooms?
