"What's wrong?" Ying Jiuming, seeing Nan Fei's complexion was off, immediately asked tensely, "Is something not right?"
Nan Fei couldn't afford to answer Ying Jiuming's question, her eyes fixedly staring at the box that was already half-opened. Finally, she trembled as she reached out her hand to fully open it. Inside were odds and ends, including black rubber bands and buttons.
At the very bottom of the box was a red hair tie, looking somewhat faded, making it clear it wasn't new.
Everyone followed her gaze, landing on that red hair tie. It was the very common kind, the type one could buy for a penny each, ubiquitous where little girls spoke of, seen everywhere.
"What's the issue with this?" Yu Fengji asked keenly, "Whose is this?"
Nan Fei took a deep breath, showing a smile sadder than crying.
