"This is Xiangqiao's notebook."
Song Lili paused for a moment, hesitantly accepting the notebook.
She opened the packaging, and the notebook looked rather old, with worn edges.
"Is this a diary?"
"Not exactly a diary, but it's a kind of record, recording her profound feelings for Mr. President."
Zhuo Ting finished speaking and left.
Song Lili suddenly felt the notebook in her hands weighed a ton. She didn't flip it open but just stared at the cover, a plain coffee-colored cover, with only two English words written in pen in the upper right corner:
My Dream.
Song Jiayu patted her shoulder,
"Since the Vice President gave this to you to look at, you might as well take a look."
"This is her privacy..."
"Exactly because it is her privacy, those who don't know her need to see it even more."
Not knowing Song Xiangqiao...?
Song Lili hesitated again, feeling somewhat helpless.
