After hearing this, Jian Yixue frowned and nodded.

Still, there are no clues.

The only thing that is certain is that her mother and Ye Mohan's mother are good friends, best friends.

However, what exactly is inside remains unknown.

Just as Jian Yixue was at her wit's end, Ye Mohan suddenly thought of something.

"Perhaps Grandpa knows something."

Upon hearing this, Jian Yixue's eyes lit up.

Reminded by Ye Mohan, Jian Yixue suddenly remembered what the old man had told her before.

The old man seemed to know her mother.

Is it possible that the old man knows something?

Thinking of this, Jian Yixue suddenly felt a surge of confidence.

"Yes, I'll go see Grandpa when I get back."

Ye Mohan saw Jian Yixue regain her confidence, her face filled with an almost sickeningly sweet expression.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Ye Mohan's doting expression deepened, and the slight upturn of his lips revealed his excellent mood.

Jane nodded, deeply moved.

Seeing that there were no other clues in the room, Jian Yixue prepared to leave.

He looked at Ye Mohan and said, "Let's go."

Ye Mohan nodded and followed Jian Yixue outside.

As she approached the door, Jian Yixue stopped and turned to scan the room.

Jian Yixue just wanted to take one more look at the place that held the scent of her mother's life.

After all, nobody knows when we'll be able to come back again.

After scanning the room, just as Jian Yixue was about to leave, she suddenly noticed something amiss with the vase on the bookshelf.