Qianqian was already stiff at this point, not knowing how to compliment Yanhai's enthusiasm, but more importantly, she didn't know how to comfort her own wounded heart.
Forgive her, she really hadn't seen a pigeon this fat before! Can such a fat box symbolize peace? It's probably all been turned into food, right...
Just think about pigeon soup—if a soup were made with such a plump pigeon, you'd definitely be able to make a big pot, wouldn't you?
Bai Yixian quietly wrapped the shawl around Qianqian again, tying a beautiful bow at her chest. "Actually, the first time I saw it, I thought it was a mandarin duck."
"Later, when I saw it was given to you, I dismissed that idea." Bai Yixian didn't hide his thoughts at all. After all, it's unusual to see a peace pigeon standing on the ground, isn't it? Even if you see one, it's typically in a soaring pose, right? Who would think of getting a standing peace pigeon?
