Xiao Xiao came to the desk, looking idly at the small decorations on it.
A model fighter jet, apparently assembled by his own hands.
A photo from his student days, wearing a guard uniform, different from the current guard uniform, probably a military school uniform. He was even slimmer than he is now, with an immature look still on his face.
Xiao Xiao gently stroked that thin little face, her lips involuntarily curving into a smile.
After putting down the photo frame, she looked beside it and found another... crystal music box.
It's hard to imagine someone like Lin Junyang would like this kind of decoration. Xiao Xiao picked up the music box, gently wound the spring, turning it round and round until full.
"What are you doing?"
The abrupt voice suddenly rang out, carrying a biting coldness and a surging fury.
Xiao Xiao was startled and trembled from this sudden voice, and the music box in her hand slipped and fell.
"Crash—"
