These thousand paper cranes, with no artistic or collectible value, were cherished and kept by him as if they were a rock stored in a box encrusted with jewels.
Li Beijue didn't feel he was making a fuss.
In his eyes, nothing in this room was more important than these thousand paper cranes!
He picked one up and carefully unfolded it without damaging the fragile paper.
The already crumpled thousand paper crane was unfolded in the blink of an eye, revealing a small line of text inside—Hoping Li Beijue stays healthy, happy, and successful this year.
His falcon-like eyes suddenly softened, as if starlight had fallen into his eyes, making those beautiful eyes so dazzling that one couldn't look away.
He repeatedly read the simple line over a dozen times before carefully folding the fragile paper back and placing it into a transparent glass bottle.
