She looked like a mischievously spirited little witch, whereas the other resembled a haughty, cold Gothic Lolita.
"Hey."
Jiang Xiao sighed, realizing he had forgotten to ask where Lao Wangtou's diary was now.
He had wanted to know more about the poor girl's life before.
Now, Jiang Xiao had lost the mood.
The mess on the bed only made him feel more suffocated.
He looked again at the girl's drawer.
It was clean,
containing some serious study materials and some sheet music.
The guitar in the corner, not yet dusty, also proved that Li Xiaoyun was a vivacious girl who loved music.
Huh?
When he saw the other photos in the drawer, Jiang Xiao was stunned.
"These photos..."
They seemed to fall under the category of artistic shots, no wonder Li Xiaoyun had chosen not to display them on the desk.
He looked again at the wardrobe, nothing special there.
It was filled with very typical girlish styles.
