Itwasamoreyellowednotebook,whichlookedolderthantheothers,justlikeanoldantique.
AnTaotaowasattractedalltheattentionbythisyellowednote.Shestretchedoutherhandandpresseditgentlyinthewindow.Thecoolstartmadehernarrowhereyes,buthereyesnevermovedaway.
Ifthewindowcanbeopened,shewillunfoldthenotebookassoonaspossibleandlookatthecontentsabove!
AnTaotaocouldn'thelpbutlookatitagain,andsuddenlyfoundthattherewereseveralboldcharactersinthelowerrightofthenotebook.Thoseboldcharactersweresmallandvague,butshecaughtthemred-handed.
Hereyeswidenedslightly,andherbodyapproachedafewminutesasifshewantedtoseethesmallprintclearly.
Smallwordsareblurred,whichmakespeopleunabletoseewhattheyarewriting,butanTaotaohasaveryfamiliarfeeling,whichinvadesherwholebodyandmakeshermoreconcernedandlookmoreserious.
Clearly,itisthefirsttimetoseennotes.Whydoesshehavethisfamiliarfeeling?
It'sstrange...