After pouring a glass of water, he drank it all, and when he put down the glass, he noticed the notebook on the table and looked at it for a moment.

The book is not his, it is Zuo Ling's. Pick it up and flip it through.,Almost two-thirds of a particularly thick book has been used.,There's a lot of words written on each page.,Densely packed with all of them in English.。

As you can see from the date above, this book has been with Zuo Ling for many years. It's not a diary either, it's all about some cases.

Turning to the back, Li Ye found that the two pages behind were written in Chinese, and on them were written what Rong Ziyin had just said to him, as well as what had been crossed out and written up, and written up and crossed out again...... His name.

Li Ye, two words, were written by her over and over again, and then she drew two more lines on it with a pen.

Two pages, one full of his name. Zuo Ling's handwriting has a messy and scribbled beauty, it can be seen that she writes quickly, and if she writes well, she must be more beautiful.

She had just listened to the conversation between him and Rong Ziyin, and she had jotted down something useful, by the way...... A lot of his names were written.

She's having a hard time.

Looking at the only name in the bottom corner that had not been crossed out, he thought for a moment, picked up his pen, and wrote another name next to the word 'Dawn Night'.

Dawn night, Zuo Ling.

Hooking his lips and smiling, Li Ye closed the notebook, and then picked it up and went into the bedroom.

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On the bed in the bedroom, Zuo Ling had already rested with his eyes closed, not knowing who hadn't fallen asleep.

Li Ye lighted her steps, walked to the bedside table, gently put her notebook on it, and then went into the bathroom to wash.

When the bathroom door closed, Zuo Ling opened his eyes.

Glancing up at what he had put down on the bedside table, she frowned.

Thinking of what she had written on it not long ago, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she raised her hand to pick up the notebook and wanted to tear off the back page.

What is written on the front page has something to do with Rong Ziyin and should be kept, and his name written on the back page should not be kept.

Turning to the second page, Zuo Ling's two fingers pinched a corner, and before he could exert himself, he skimmed to the bottom of the page.

At the bottom, there was a name she had forgotten to cross out, and there was an extra name next to it, not her handwriting.

is different from her scribbling, the other party should be very serious when writing these two words, stroke by stroke, and the writing is particularly neat.

It seems that these two words are particularly important to him, a name, a few strokes contain a lot of meanings that others don't understand.

Pursing his lips, Zuo Ling put down his hand that was holding the page.

She reached out and opened the pen on the table that he had put down with her.

Zuo Ling usually uses this fountain pen for writing, or her master bought it for her back then, she usually writes some things and summaries about the case, and she uses this fountain pen, and this one is the most convenient to use.

The tip of the pen touched the paper, and she was not very good at writing while lying on the bed. Holding a heavy notebook in one hand, she pinched the pen and drew a heart in the spare space between the two names.

Because the place is not big, this heart is also small and thin, and it is squeezed in and drawn.

Retracting the pen, Zuo Ling looked at the two names side by side on the same line, and then looked at the heart in the middle, and suddenly smiled.

Although it was a little naïve, I still felt a little happy.

Ten, tired, good night.

(End of chapter)