บท 690: Reorganize Your Language

However, this thing was in Qian Jiyun's hands now. Moreover, she felt like she could not hold onto it and could lose it at any moment.

"It's been with me for as long as I can remember," Qian Jiyun replied.

Qian Daofeng had been staring at him daily for as long as he could remember. However, it was not really him that he was staring at, but rather the thing hanging on his neck.

When he was a child, he did not understand why Qian Daofeng had to keep a close eye on such a useless thing. Qian Daofeng stared at it almost every day, and if he didn't, he couldn't sleep.

Qian Jiyun gradually got used to it. On the other hand, he felt a little uncomfortable without it by his side.

"This thing is very strange. Qian Daofeng will be burned as long as he touches it. However, women won't," he explained.

"Uh…" An Jiuyue was speechless at his logic.

She guessed that he was referring to Qian Yiyun.