Seeing the gift from the Jiang Family, Jiang Qingli's fingers stiffened. The present suddenly felt much heavier.
Since coming to this world, she had barely had any contact with the Jiang family, and they hadn't taken the initiative to reach out to her either.
The original owner had a terrible relationship with the Jiang Family. Logically, Jiang Qingli should have kept her distance.
But seeing this gift, an indescribable sense of anticipation welled up inside her, mingled with a strange and subtle feeling that was salty, sour, and a little bitter.
After a moment's hesitation, Jiang Qingli pulled the ribbon undone.
Once unwrapped, it revealed a blank sheet of paper with a pen beside it.
Confused, Jiang Qingli turned it over and over for a while but found nothing unusual. She assumed the words on it required a special method to appear.
Just as she was pondering whether to heat it with fire or soak it in water, a faded memory surfaced in her mind.
