Xiao Jingkong was now completely satisfied. She covered her tiny face and quickly ran back to her room to fetch a handkerchief.
Gu Jiao walked through the front yard and entered the living room. She was about to head to the west room when she looked up and saw the door to the study wide open. Under the light of an oil lamp, Xiao Liulang was engrossed in his reading.
The door of the study is usually not left open, especially when Xiao Liulang is reading.
From the doorframe to the doorstep, every inch of the room seemed to permeate a silent, inviting atmosphere: "Come in, come in."
So, indeed, Gu Jiao stepped into the room.
The study was as tidy as usual. Across from the door was Xiao Liulang's desk. Xiao Jingkong also frequently used it, and her books and writing materials took up half of the desk space.
On the other half of Xiao Liulang's desk, a delicate wooden brocade box was conspicuously placed.