Max Level Return—I'll Protect That Fragile One

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.

Every author has their own creative habits, and what Mo Yinshu captured in her notebooks were the textual fragments of inspiration that struck her.

Xu Xingguang carefully went through them, and through those words, she could imagine the whimsical thoughts Mo Yinshu had when writing them down.

But there was nothing particularly special about the contents of these notebooks.

After putting everything back into the storage crate, Xu Xingguang carried the box to the small attic on the third floor. This room usually housed items they didn’t use but couldn’t bring themselves to throw away.

The attic had no windows and dim lighting, only a few glass tiles on the roof let in some light. She placed the box in the corner of the attic, turned around, walked a few steps, and was about to close the door when she suddenly paused.

Something wasn’t right.

The last time she returned to the Xu Family, she distinctly remembered packing up all the things her mother left behind, except for those few bags You Jingqiu had carried, which she found filthy and disgusting.

So where had these envelopes and notebooks originally been placed? Why hadn’t she discovered them before?

Thinking of this, Xu Xingguang took out her phone and called Xu Zeqing, whom she hadn’t contacted in a long time.

After leaving Divine Concealment Island, Xu Zeqing and Hong Ruhai returned to the Xu Family and lived with Xu Qingnian.

When Xu Xingguang called, Xu Zeqing was cooking breakfast, steaming three cobs of corn, and making a sesame paste for Xu Qingnian. Not being skilled in the kitchen, and with Hong Ruhai being even worse at cooking during their time on Divine Concealment Island, Xu Zeqing had ended up becoming the family cook.

Receiving Xu Xingguang’s call, Xu Zeqing was stunned for a moment before hurriedly wiping his hands and cautiously answering the phone. ”Hello? Is that Xingguang?”

Xu Xingguang got straight to the point, ”Last time I went back to the Xu Family, I already took all my mother’s things. Where did you find those items you sent me yesterday?”

Xu Zeqing immediately explained, ”Did you forget? The attic was your playroom as a child. Your mom often played games and told stories with you there. Underneath the wardrobe in the attic was your hiding place for playing hide-and-seek. When I was tidying up the house the other day, I found many letters in there, all sent to your mom by her readers.”

”I didn’t open any of them. I followed your uncle Grandpa’s instructions and sent them to you.” Actually, Xu Zeqing’s first thought upon discovering these items was to burn them.

It was Hong Ruhai who mentioned that these were Mo Yinshu’s keepsakes and might be useful to Xingguang.

Given Xu Xingguang’s changed status, Xu Zeqing didn’t dare offend her, and upon realizing the sense in his uncle’s words, he packed them up and sent them to Xu Xingguang.

Indeed, Xu Xingguang had forgotten.

So much time had passed in the Otherworld Reincarnation, she could barely remember what Mo Yinshu looked like, let alone the games of hide-and-seek she played as a child.

”Alright, I got it.”

Decisively hanging up the call, Xu Xingguang opened the storage box again, took out the notebooks, and laid them face down together.

Upon close inspection, she indeed found something odd.

These notebooks were from different manufacturers, yet in the bottom right corner on their backs, there was a series of identical numbers—

That in itself was unusual.

Her gaze swept over the pile of stacked mail in the box, something came to her mind, and she quickly searched through them. Sure enough, she found a letter with the sender’s postal code of 717700.

The envelope looked ordinary, sent by a reader named ”Lotus,” addressed to Mo Yinshu.

It truly seemed just like a regular letter from a reader to their favorite author.

Opening the envelope, Xu Xingguang was surprised to discover the handwriting on the letter was identical to that in Mo Yinshu’s notebooks.