Originally, Jiang Xiao felt that investigating this matter would be very difficult, but after Zhu Shun said this, she suddenly thought he was right; it didn't seem that hard.
"Alright, I won't say thank you again, but I'll treat Brother Shun to a good meal in the future."
"Sure."
"Oh, by the way, Brother Shun, we're getting married on August 27th. See if you can come and celebrate with us."
"If you reimburse my train ticket, I'll definitely come," Zhu Shun said and burst into laughter, then added, "Just kidding, alright, I'm off to work now; take care."
When Meng Xinian returned, Jiang Xiao was already in the study, fiddling with the small pile of stuff she had collected from the beach: shells, stones, and little conches.
On the drawing paper spread out in front of her, she had already painted a small conch. It looked so real that if it weren't for the paintbrush placed on it, making him realize it's flat and drawn, he would have thought it was another real conch.
