The cover of the notebook was made of pure cowhide. It was dry after being wet. The entire cover was shrunk and one could vaguely see a piece of paper inside.
It was a completely different piece of paper from the notebook inside.
Su Yan endured her headache and disgust as she tore open the cover of the notebook. She saw a folded piece of paper inside, filled with densely packed names and dates.
It started twenty years ago and ended thirteen years ago.
"This…" It must be related to his father's death! Su Yan was so agitated that she only had to say one word before she felt a headache coming on. She looked at the things in front of her vaguely, as if there were three more layers of them.
