I'll Bet 50% Of My Qin's Share On Xian Zihao That He Doesn't Love You

Her fingers froze on the mouse.

Jiang Ruolan stared fixedly at the crystal necklace pictures that were restored using some sort of conversion device. Why was this necklace exactly the same as the one her mother left behind all those years ago?

She looked at the other pictures, which had also been restored. It was as if these objects no longer existed and the images were generated directly by the computer according to what they were.

Looking at these things, the suspicion in her heart increased even more. Finally, Jiang Ruolan opened another picture of the crystal necklace, and she immediately froze.

What was the importance of this necklace? How could there be such a picture in Xian Zihao's laptop?

Jiang Ruolan looked at the documents that seemed to be data files, but none of them could be opened. All of them required extremely complex passwords.