Zhou Qi stood to the side watching the regretful expression on Xiao Rou's face, unable to resist asking, "Are these...very important to you?"
He could obviously tell that most of the items inside were not valuable; the hair clip in Xiao Rou's hand was clearly a stall product.
For her to cherish such things, it was obviously not because of their intrinsic value, but perhaps because these items held some special meaning for Xiao Rou.
Just like that love letter.
Inadvertently, Zhou Qi's gaze drifted back to the love letter, his expression becoming darker.
Xiao Rou didn't notice his unusual behavior; she just regretfully cradled the broken hair clip in her hand, looking up at Zhou Qi. Seeing no expression on his face, and him looking at her and her box with a contemplative gaze, she was taken aback.
Xiao Rou hesitated, simply assuming that Zhou Qi had accidentally broken her things and was feeling remorseful, thinking they were important.
