Su Li shrank her neck and gave Feng Huaijin a resentful glare.
However, with two more days to go, Su Li could practice her cooking skills a bit more and strive to prepare a perfect birthday feast.
Autumn had already set in, and Su Li put on long sleeves. Tuanzi said it was too cold on his side, even making his little hands turn red.
Su Li looked at the pair of red gloves in front of her, feeling troubled. She had knitted them well, but how could she send them over?
The time-space rift had always been captured by chance, and lately, she hadn't seen it at all.
Su Li closed her eyes, put her hands together as if casting a spell, and murmured in prayer: "Time-space rift, please appear again."
Su Li muttered for a long time, and then slowly opened her eyes, surprised to see a tiny time-space rift suddenly appear in front of her.
Su Li exclaimed in surprise, "Praying really does work!"
