A smile unconsciously touched Jiang Qingli's lips as she looked at the few lines of dialogue.
Lin Xiyue leaned over to look, clicking her tongue. "I never knew Marshal Jiang used to pass notes with you when you were kids. His handwriting is so nice. And babe, you were so cute! Your handwriting looks like a little caterpillar, hahaha!"
"Who are you calling a caterpillar?"
Jiang Qingli closed the card and gently tapped Lin Xiyue on the forehead.
But the smile on her face slowly faded.
'This was a conversation between the original owner and Jiang Youchen. It's a beautiful memory between them as brother and sister, but it has nothing to do with me.'
As she thought this, a dull ache bloomed in her chest.
Jiang Qingli suppressed the strange feeling and asked, "Where did you find this?"
Lin Xiyue pointed to the glass coffee table inside the sunroom.
