A week later.
A rich young man came to look for his savior with a necklace.
She recognized the necklace; Xiao Yudian had lent it to her when they were taking photos before.
As the dean pushed her forward, Xia Chunhua opened her mouth and heard herself say, "This necklace... is mine."
From then on, she was adopted instead of Xiao Yudian and renamed Xia Ke.
And she never saw the little raindrop again.
…
The clock struck twelve.
Han Jingchen's fingertips stopped on the handle of the third drawer, trembling slightly.
The man's warning kept echoing in my ears, "Remember, when you open this drawer, there's no turning back."
The drawer has no lock.
The silver key the man gave was not for opening the drawer.
“Click—”
The drawer was yanked open.
A roll of parchment tied with a black ribbon lay in the drawer.
Han Jingchen untied the ribbon, and the cold touch ran up his spine along his fingertips.
The parchment scroll rolled away automatically on the table.
He smelled a strange scent mixed with the fragrance of old ink, like the fishy smell of earth before a rainstorm.
The moment the scroll was fully unfolded, the temperature in the study suddenly dropped.
"Xingyu Village..."
He read the inscription at the beginning of the volume softly.
Suddenly I discovered that these three words were written in dark red paint.
The scroll depicts a paradise surrounded by mountains.
A village with green tiles and white walls lies beside a stream, and farmers wearing bamboo hats walk on the stone bridge.
The terraced fields are filled with golden rice, a peasant woman in a blue headscarf is working, and in the distance someone is coming down the mountain carrying bundles of firewood.
Han Jingchen unconsciously reached out to touch the screen, and felt a real sense of wetness at his fingertips.
The morning dew actually wet his fingers.
Just as he leaned over to take a closer look, the scroll suddenly trembled.
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