The aunt thought she might not have come at the right time and immediately turned to leave.
The small paper crane was sent by Bai Chuwei before and was later collected by Duan Feihan in a desk drawer. When he took it out earlier for a look, it seemed to have turned into an ordinary paper crane.
The man's slender fingers gently touched the eyes of the paper crane, and a thin thread of spiritual energy leaked from his fingertips. Suddenly, the small paper crane flapped its wings and flew out.
Duan Feihan's eyebrows slightly raised as he looked down at his fingers.
He can do it, too?
Inside the attic of the Bai Family
Xue Qiu was fervently gnawing on half a watermelon, its white fur smeared with watermelon juice, and a piece of watermelon rind covering its head.
All of a sudden, Xue Qiu jerked its head up, spat out a few seeds, and squeaked, 'Ancestor, your number 88 paper crane is back! It turns out it wasn't lost.'