"Yingying, give it to me. I'll change it for you." Yan Ye took the music box from Lian Xinying before she could remove the battery.
Lian Xinying did not notice anything unusual about the box, so she sat quietly by the bed, waiting for Yan Ye to replace the battery.
Her eyes were red as she looked at the music box, her lips pursed, holding back the grief in her heart.
Yan Ye had positioned the battery compartment away from Lian Xinying, so she could not see the small white piece of paper inside.
"Yingying, I'll go see if we have any batteries at home. You wait here for me, okay?" Yan Ye's voice was calm and steady, without any ripples, and Lian Xinying did not suspect anything, nodding her head.
Yan Ye left the room with the music box and went directly to his own bedroom.
After gently closing the bedroom door, Yan Ye removed the battery and, indeed, there was a small piece of paper inside.
His eyes suddenly became cold.