Song Qingchun knew that snooping through other people's stuff without permission was unethical, but after a moment of hesitation, she still grabbed the box with the familiar packaging.
The box was wrinkled like it had been soaked in water… but it seemed unopened.
Song Qingchun held the box in her hands and studied it several times. The longer she stared at it, the greater the sense of familiarity, like she had seen it somewhere before. However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not find it in her memory.
Song Qingchun lowered her head and was ready to place the box back into the basket when she saw a colorful shirt inside the basket. She knew it was a shirt Su Zhinian would wear, but it was smudged with color dyes. The man with the cleanliness obsession had probably shoved it in here to throw it away later.
But why did she feel those colored dyes look so familiar?