Chapter 351: Photographic Memory

Cheyenne also saw the definition in the book, and her face started to heat up. She suddenly lowered her head to look at her fairy tale book.

This kind of book suits her better. Not too demanding!

An hour quickly passed. It was now ten o’clock, and the bookstore had attracted many people buying and reading books. Somehow, Cheyenne brought ‘Grimm’s Fairy Tales’ downstairs.

The owner, observing the two figures coming down together, felt the two a perfect match! The man looked elegant, and Cheyenne, beside him, exuded charm and a touch of girlishness. Both holding a book, they resembled a couple who was each other’s first love.

Indeed, eye-catching couples are a feast for the eyes.

As they strolled, Cheyenne, with a lifted red lip, recited a poem from the book. Her pure accent made people around involuntarily turn their heads.

‘Henry, the car broke down. No, master, not the car, but the iron hoop on my heart.’

She was reciting a short poem from ‘The Frog Prince’.

To match her, Sam indulgently smiled at her and replied, ‘Oh, my heart, when you turn into a frog, bound in the well, it’s really, really painful!’

In these brief three to five seconds, it seemed like the audience had witnessed a play.

Sam was the prince trapped in the well, and Cheyenne was the mischievous princess who lost her little ball.

The scene was so beautiful that people hesitated to disturb it, fearing it was just a false scene from a movie.

open the records and checked the time. Exactly one hour, as if

missy, are you really leaving? You haven’t finished reading

It seemed like she intended to

contemplated selling it at the labeled price and felt secretly delighted. Little did he know that the woman calmly placed the book on the table and answered, ‘I’ve

‘Huh?’

its expansion across Europe, undergoing a significant fusion and adaptation. Cheyenne’s copy of ‘Grimm’s Fairy Tales’ maintains the traditional style of early 19th-century England, complete with various dialects. Reading it thoroughly can be a

still skeptical, casually flipped through and asked, ‘What

hesitation, she replied, ‘It’s about Lettuce

paragraph on page ninety-three

It’s about the prince’s father urging

minute. Even Sam didn’t expect Cheyenne to have a photographic memory. She had been sitting right across from him, and he had observed her entire reading

fast. She had finished the entire book in just one hour. The owner felt a surge of self-doubt. He had been with these books for fifty years and might not remember them all, but this girl

‘You’re truly remarkable.

a bit too easy. She thanked him and took the book, putting Sam’s ‘Microeconomics’

on the contents of this book as well?’ she suggested

hand generously, the owner said, ‘No need, consider it a

to hold and picked

asked, ‘Master Sam, do you need me

his gaze on Cheyenne’s profile, and his smile involuntarily widened.

surprising him. Someone who could shock the literary world with calligraphy wouldn’t be

her handwriting… hmm, it’s a bit chubby, not exactly dignified but very cute, deliberately curving in places where it should be straight. Sam just noticed that she’s left-handed! Looking

she pushed the form in front of the owner, unfolding her delicate hands and saying with a clear

watching the two leave with a sigh,

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