A Love Token

After turning around a corner on the third floor, one would come across a storeroom. It was filled with Yan Rusheng's old toys, books, and study notes.

He stopped outside the storeroom and turned the doorknob. The strong odor of aged paper greeted him.

He tried to disperse the smell by waving his hands in front of his nose as he proceeded inside.

Wang Daqin followed closely, and she scrutinized the messy room. She scolded him, "Third Yan, how can you carelessly throw aside a love token that belongs to you and Xuxu?"

He didn't value Xuxu at all.

But she was even more curious about the love token and couldn't wait to see it. "Hurry up and find it."

Yan Rusheng had a good habit of being tidy. Even when he'd outgrown certain toys, he still kept and packed them away neatly.

Thus, he instantly found his target and walked straight towards a large green box.