Xuanyuan Que gently opened the wooden box, and inside, a white handkerchief lay quietly.
The sun was at its peak, its radiant light pouring over two little figures, but it couldn't hide the shock brimming in a pair of cold eyes.
Xuanyuan Que looked up, his expression slightly cracked, "What is this?"
Had she picked up a piece of scrap cloth to give him as a birthday gift?
"A handkerchief, ah! Do you like it, Brother Xuanyuan?" Ruo Xuan said with a beaming smile.
Xuanyuan Que looked at the glowing white fabric in the wooden box, crawling with several earthworms.
Although she said it was her least proficient skill, a flower that took only a hundred years to cultivate into an immortal showed she was also clever.
Besides, she was already a centenarian, and even a fool wouldn't embroider something that a three-year-old child could, right?
She wasn't a real three-year-old child!
He was a ten-thousand-year-old demon, and she was a hundred-year-old demon!