C281 Across a piece of paper

When Mo Xiaoran saw her at the table, she raised her glass and toasted to Han Qiaoying.

As time passed, many things were buried deep in her brain and became memories, perhaps they would always be sealed there, maybe they would be recalled one day, and then, they would also bring up many matters related to each other. At that time, Mo Xiaoran's eyes were only filled with studies, only books