"Don't be angry, don't be angry. Even though I'm upset too, it's not too bad. Don't make yourself sick over me."
"You're still so optimistic, even though the thing was destroyed." Chu Heng sighed and pinched her nose gently. His anger dissipated upon seeing her, though his heart remained cold, and he wasn't planning on letting this matter go easily.
"Let's take a look first; maybe there's evidence." Ye Muyu quickly calmed herself down. She patted Chu Heng's back, waiting for him to settle down and be sure he wouldn't act impulsively, before withdrawing from his embrace.
She then turned and walked towards the wooden table.
The tung oil in the oil lamp had burned out completely. Judging by the burn marks on the tabletop, the incident likely happened less than a day ago.
Moreover, the sculpture wasn't extensively burned, only blackened by smoke, and the base was indeed burned at one corner; even if cleaned, it couldn't be presented as a birthday gift anymore.
