Wang Miao had specially gotten someone to help her with her makeup today. She looked much more exquisite than usual.
However, Wang Miao in light makeup was still hardly comparable to Qiao Nian without makeup.
Gu Zhou looked at Wang Miao with a dark expression, frowning. "What is it?"
Wang Miao took two steps forward, then took out the item she had been hiding behind her. She handed it to Gu Zhou and looked at him expectantly.
Gu Zhou's gaze fell on Wang Miao's open palm. There he saw a pink blessing bag with lotus flowers embroidered on it. There was a faint scent of agarwood wafting from it.
Seeing Gu Zhou staring at her, Wang Miao couldn't help but blush. She said shyly, "Second Young Master, I've specially made this blessing pouch for you. It's even been placed in front of Buddha for forty-nine
