Frowning slightly, Xu Xingguang returned to the main bedroom with Huo Wen'an and immediately noticed the storage box in front of the dresser.
"Brother A Zui, you can go take a bath first."
Huo Wen'an knew she needed some alone time, so he said, "Alright, I'll go. Do you want me to run the bath for you now?"
"I'll do it myself."
"Okay."
Xu Xingguang opened the storage box and found it contained several luxury bags collected by Mo Yinshu during her lifetime, along with a pile of letters from her loyal readers.
There were so many letters, many of which hadn't even been opened.
Additionally, there were a few notebooks containing fragments of inspiration Mo Yinshu had recorded during her creative process.
Mo Yinshu would write her drafts on the computer, but she still maintained the habit of jotting down ideas and outlines in notebooks.
