Li Jingtai picked up the poster so naturally that he did not pause once.
After picking it up, he carefully dusted it off and slipped it back into the folder, looking as though he treasured it greatly.
"I went to the bookstore earlier. I'm used to buying a magazine or poster with your cover on it at the bookstore entrance. I want to learn more about you."
"Really?"
For some reason, Su Qiao thought of the advertising poster for a certain pajama brand that had appeared at the crime scene.
"Then why did you bring a folder with you when you came to the park?"
Li Jingtai opened the folder and showed her some of the things recorded inside. He smiled gently and said,
"Whenever I run into a bottleneck, I come sit in the park for a while. I'm used to carrying a pen and folder with me. That makes it convenient to record any ideas whenever they come to me."
"Being a writer really isn't easy." Su Qiao sighed.
"Nothing is ever too easy."
Li Jingtai smiled kindly. Just as Su Qiao was about to start the car, he suddenly frowned. "Wait."
"What is it?" Su Qiao turned to look at him in confusion.
Li Jingtai set the folder aside, bent down, and carefully lifted her foot.
He took off the flat leather shoe from her foot and placed it on his knee. "You've scraped the skin off your heel and the side of your little toe."
"It's nothing." What was a minor injury like this?
Su Qiao pulled her foot back and prepared to drive home.
Li Jingtai's brows furrowed deeply. He reached out to stop her. "How can you say it's nothing?"
"You've rubbed the skin raw. It must hurt, and with the weather getting hotter,