That was a book placed on the highest shelf, which Su Xiaoxiao had to hop twice before she could reach it.
It seemed to be about the daily life of the last Emperor of a small country at the foot of the mountains.
But that was not important, what mattered was… when she finally grasped the book in her hand, before she could even conjure up a hint of triumph, a letter slipped out from between the pages of the daily records.
It fell from above her head, brushed past Su Xiaoxiao's nose, and in that instant, delivered a faint fragrance of orchids, leaving her with a stupefied expression on her little face.
Then, it gently fluttered to the ground.
And Su Xiaoxiao also fell to the ground, supporting herself with both hands on the cold floor behind her.
The little fox demon, who would usually pout, did not cry out in pain at this moment. Instead, she went pale, her eyelids drooped, and her eyes blankly stared at the unknown letter on the floor.
