Yan Yi'an's pen paused over the paper.
Speaking of Yan Ci, he carefully recalled Yan Xianjue's reaction at the time.
Thinking it over, he remembered details he had not paid attention to before.
The tone of Yan Xianjue's inner voice back then had been as though... he had suddenly learned a great deal of information he had not known before.
Then could he speculate that the time Yan Xianjue gained memories of his past life was somehow connected to the time they began hearing Yan Xianjue's inner thoughts?
If that was the case, then the things that had felt off to him before now made sense.
Then his gaze fell on the letter Grandpa had left for Yan Xianjue.
That was right. Rather than an explanation of the book list, it was more like a letter left for Yan Xianjue.
Every book here had a corresponding number.
If he opened the books, there were also Grandpa's handwritten notes inside.
At first, Yan Yi'an tried matching each book's number to the numbers Yan Shan had given him.
Unfortunately, he did not discover any pattern.
Then he remembered that when he was young, every year on his birthday, aside from some shares and assets, Grandpa would always prepare a gift more suitable for a child and hide it somewhere in the house for him to find himself.
And the code Grandpa had loved using most back then was—
In a certain book he was reading, the page number, line number, and word number. Those words would form a sentence or a place name; in any case, they would give him some sort of clue.
Then he thought of the number of books in Yan Xianjue's bookcase, and Yan Yi'an's vision immediately went dark.
Even a workaholic like him, who never put work