Lin Xiyuan slightly bent down, taking the notebook with both hands, and said with a face full of joy, "Thank you, Ninth Madame."
As Chu Jin looked at Lin Xiyuan, she suddenly experienced a sense of déjà vu, almost as if she had seen Lin Xiyuan somewhere before.
It was not just an acquaintance from one previous encounter.
This feeling was very strange, as though she had known her for a long time.
Lin Xiyuan stared at the notebook, on which the characters for "The Return of the Past" were flamboyantly written, momentarily lost in thought.
Seeing her like this, Chu Jin asked, "What's wrong? Is there something not right?"
Lin Xiyuan immediately came back to her senses, smiling broadly, "Ninth Madame, there's nothing wrong. I'm just too excited, thank you." Having said that, Lin Xiyuan carefully tucked the notebook into her handbag.
Chu Jin gave a faint smile, "It was nothing." It was strange, the more she looked at Lin Xiyuan, the stranger the feeling became.