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.

at the two, flipped open the records and checked the time. Exactly one hour, as if it were

‘Young missy, are you really leaving? You haven’t finished reading this book

why would she bring it downstairs? It seemed like

he know that the woman calmly placed the

‘Huh?’

ancient English version, well known for its expansion across Europe, undergoing a significant fusion and adaptation. Cheyenne’s copy of ‘Grimm’s Fairy

through and

she replied, ‘It’s about Lettuce

paragraph on page ninety-three

urging him to

have a photographic memory. She had been sitting right across from

self-doubt. He

the owner said, ‘You’re truly remarkable.

too easy.

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

said, ‘No

this, she handed the book to Sam for him to hold and picked up a black signature pen from the pen holder, signing her

‘Master Sam, do you need me

smiled warmly, his gaze on Cheyenne’s profile, and his smile involuntarily widened. ‘Miss Lawrence, I’ll trouble you

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

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!

the form in front of the owner, unfolding her

over the money, watching the two leave with a sigh,

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