You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Anderson climbed up from the haystack and took a bottle of mineral water from the table.

He opened it and drank it with a "gulu gulu” sound.

Although the same age, Fair was eight months older than him. Fair's mental age was also far beyond his actual age. Even in some ways more mature, for example in life skills.

For example, he could find such a hiding place without being discovered.

There were food reserves and hay beds, which was really incredible. Anderson sat aside and looked at Fair's profile. Cleaned up, she looked much more comfortable. Delicate contours, big glaring eyes, lively and vibrant.

At the moment, Fair was concentrating on deciphering the association between numbers.

"How about it? Any clues?" Anderson asked, “I've studied it for a long time and haven't found out how to open the mechanism."

Fair pondered for a moment, "It may not be a mechanism. It can't be opened.”

back to me." After

I meant. I mean, it may not be a mechanism, but something

his hand, "What

around, constantly calculating in

think it's more like a combination of numbers that make

answer decoded corresponds to the letter s,

sense, put together is silver, meaning silver. What about the reverse side, take a look how to open

over

letter e, the second corresponds to the letter a, the third corresponds to the

a moment, “Put together, it's eagle. So the front and back together mean “Silver Eagles!" S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early

"Um." Fair nodded.

smart.” There was admiration in Anderson's eyes. Although

of it

thinking was wrong, he had always thought that the pendant had a mechanism and could be opened. In fact, it was not.