Gong Jue ignored Bai Lang's twitching gaze and calmly admired the small object in his hand.
His thin lips finally parted at a slightly raised angle.
The gift Gu Qiqi gave him was a small and exquisite fragrance bag.
It was the sky blue color that he liked.
The color of the sky and the sea.
The exquisite thread was made of pearl-white silk. It could be seen that it was sewn by hand. It wasn't as stiff and cold as sewing from a machine.
It seemed to carry the warmth of the girl's slender hands.
What an antique!
With a slight sniff, a refreshing fragrance slowly spread.
It was neither greasy nor choking. It refreshed the heart.
Just like the faint herbal scent on the girl.
Gong Jue really liked it in his heart, but he said coldly, "Who wants such a girly thing?"
