Fu Bing picked up the fox-shaped mask and placed it aside, her hand searching the garment.
The fabric over the chest didn't appear special to the naked eye.
If she hadn't been the one who embroidered that pattern, she wouldn't have paid much attention to it.
She checked the area over the chest almost immediately.
Wu Shi watched her with a thoughtful gaze.
Fu Bing had embroidered a lotus back then, but not an ordinary one.
It was an artistically modified lotus she had designed herself: a Fine-leaf Lotus, its petals also pointed.
When she was drafting the design, her mother had laughed at her. Her rebellious teenage spirit against traditional culture was evident; unwilling to conform to drawing plump, rounded lotuses, she loved to tread a different path.
Her emotions were incredibly complex as she touched the embroidery she had completed ten years ago.
It had once been worn by Qin Jinhai on his chest, the place closest to his heart.
