Hearing Ning Huanxin's words, Jiang Lixing was stunned for a moment, and a hint of surprise flashed in his jet-black eyes: "I... don't use perfume."

"Oh, isn't it?"

Ning Huanxin smiled embarrassedly: "My nose... doesn't seem to be good, um, I have a cold!"

Jiang Lixing glanced at her and didn't say anything, but when the crew stopped work and went back to the courtyard, before the evening rest, Jiang Lixing's assistant gave Ning Huanxin a box of cold medicine.

Back to that small room, lying on the single bed, Ning Huanxin kept staring at the box of cold medicine in a daze——

This is a cold medicine given to my sister by the assistant of the national male god!

Is this to start the rhythm of romance novels?

I really want to keep this box of cold medicine forever!

But... this is ten years ago.

Ning Huanxin’s eyes gradually became serious, even sharper--

Here, it will not be the real past.

Should it be an illusory world of memories?

If it is really a memory of the world, then, in whose memory did I enter?

"Ten years of life and death... Two boundless."

Ning Huanxin sighed, put down the cold medicine in his hand, and muttered to himself in a low voice. This is a very famous word. And this eulogy was used by the poet to mourn his dead wife.

"Ten years of life and death are boundless, unforgettable without thinking."

Ning Huanxin leaned against the wall and recited the first poem in its entirety.

"Thousands of miles in a lonely grave, there is nowhere to say sadness."

At this time, a crisp female voice suddenly came from the other side of the wall. This was... Zhang Yan's voice?

Ning Huanxin only remembered at this time that Zhang Yan lived next to him, and there was only a wall between the two!

Well, the soundproofing of this wall is really not good.

"Sister Ning, do you like this poem by Su Shi too?" On the other side of the wall, Zhang Yan's voice seemed very excited: "I like this poem too. I also have a complete book of Su Shi's poems, which is on my bookshelf. Come on, Sister Ning can take a look if you like it."

"Yeah." Ning Huanxin responded softly.

"It's getting late, I'm going to rest, Sister Ning, please rest too, good night."

Zhang Yan and Ning Huan said goodnight, and then there was no sound.

What a cheerful and likable little girl.

Ning Huanxin stood up at this time and looked at the bookshelf on the other side of the room with the not very bright light.

The little girl really collected a lot of books.

Ning Huanxin walked slowly to the bookshelf. She actually didn't like reading very much, but in this weird place, she couldn't sleep no matter how big her heart was. It might as well look for a book to read, maybe she was hypnotized by looking at it.

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The books on the shelves are neatly arranged and standardized. It can be seen that Zhang Yan is really a book lover.

Ning Huanxin's fingers ran across the spine of each book, and suddenly her movements stopped and she pulled out a book.

It turned out to be the collection of Su Shi's poems mentioned by Zhang Yan and herself!

The book is a limited edition hardcover, very exquisite and brand new, but this position seems to prove that the owner likes this book very much, and he often reads it.

There is also a bookmark in the book. The material of the bookmark is platinum. Ning Huanxin can tell at a glance that this bookmark is from a big brand and it is difficult to buy.

This was definitely not bought by Zhang Yan herself, will it be given by someone else?

"Could it be that someone from the crew gave it to Zhang Yan?"

Ning Huan hesitated for a moment, and put the collection of poems back. It was naturally the owner's beloved thing. She naturally didn't dare to look through it casually. If it broke, she would not be able to compensate for all her wealth now!