The girl had already covered herself with a blanket and was sleeping soundly in her dream.

Helpless, Ye Zhou collapsed onto the living room sofa and fell into a deep sleep.

...

Jiang Jiayan woke up contentedly, blinked her long eyelashes a few times, and began to stretch.

"Huh? How did I end up in Ye Zhou's room? Wasn't I sleeping in the living room?"

Ye Zhou had previously stated that he was not allowed to sleep in any room.

She clutched the thin summer blanket, which smelled of Ye Zhou.

It smells wonderful.

Did she sleep with Ye Zhou last night?

Jiang Jiayan tried to recall carefully, but only remembered that she had drunk alcohol. She couldn't remember what happened after that.

It's okay, as long as Ye Zhou still cares about her.

After getting out of bed, Jiang Jiayan noticed Ye Zhou's entire wall of bookshelves.

"This seems to contain all of Ye Zhou's books from elementary school to high school. It's quite a sight."

Jiang Jiayan sighed sincerely, and there was also a two-meter-high stack of completed exam papers.

Many of the exam papers had turned yellow and become brittle.

Among a sea of ​​dark-colored exam papers and books, Jiang Jiayan spotted a large, thick pink notebook in an inconspicuous corner of the bookshelf.

Even if it's placed in the most inconspicuous spot, its bright pink color will always catch people's attention immediately.

Jiang Jiayan curiously pulled out the notebook.

The cover was clean and simple, with no text or patterns except for the pink color.

Jiang Jiayan's heart raced, and she turned to a page.

The contents are about her.

Jiang Jiayan had seen it before; those elegant handwriting strokes were almost identical to the short essay of several hundred words that Ye Zhou had sent her on her phone before.