When Luo Qianqian handed over the inconspicuous little wooden puppet carved from wood to Hua Nianyi, her tears flowed like a faucet turned on, completely unstoppable, leaving Luo Qianqian somewhat at a loss.
"Shiqi, come with me." Hua Nianyi, unlike her father and brother, did not hold Luo Qianqian in high regard, but treated her as a friend, making Luo Qianqian feel more at ease.
Upon entering Hua Nianyi's boudoir, Luo Qianqian was surprised to find her dressing table filled with various small wooden puppets. Some were rough, some were delicate, reflecting a gradual improvement in craftsmanship.
Looking at the varied woods with curiosity, Luo Qianqian raised an eyebrow: "Is he really that unromantic? If he carved you, you could say it's undying love, but these round ones..."
At a speed visible to the naked eye, Hua Nianyi's face turned into a ripe tomato, making one really want to take a bite.
