He raised his head and suddenly saw a little girl about three or four years old hiding behind a protruding cloud corner, quietly watching, with a conflicted look on her face, wanting to say something but hesitating.
"Xiao Ya, is there something you need?" Xiang Beifei asked.
"Brother Beifei, Grandpa Luo."
Xiao Ya put her hands behind her back and walked out hesitantly, looking very shy as she greeted them.
"What's the matter, Xiao Ya?" Luo Shanyou asked gently.
Xiao Ya brought her hand from behind, and in her hand was a sculpture molded from a Mustard Seed in Palm. Upon a closer look, it turned out to be in the likeness of Xiang Beifei.
The eyebrows, the nose, the shape of the face, all quite realistic, except the body was a bit small and the head a bit big, everything else was lifelike.
