Perhaps because Gu Xiaoer had accidentally dripped blood onto it, what was astonishing was that the blood rapidly spread along the veins of the stone, sketching out a beautiful shape. The blood-red patterns were enchanting and captivating.
Feeling as if a misfortune had turned into a blessing, Gu Xiaoer cheerfully pointed at the stone, "Da Luoluo, let's choose this one, this one! Please, can we?"
The man's cold features revealed his helplessness, "Ah, she's pouting again."
Whenever she pouted, he had no defense!
Han Luoli set the girl down and took the stone himself so she wouldn't touch it. Slightly bigger than his fist, upon closer inspection, the veins on it intertwined with the girl's spreading blood indeed looked beautiful.
Could such a small object have injured his Baby?
The man's gaze grew increasingly obscure.
Watching the man's ever more dangerous eyes, Gu Xiaoer's heart skipped a beat. Surely Da Luoluo wouldn't destroy the stone. If he did, it would be a real loss.
