Su Jing seemed oblivious to the peculiar looks from those around her, as she slowly examined the handkerchief over and over. The soft handkerchief was embroidered with several Purple Butterflies, sketched with just a few strokes yet vividly capturing the essence of life. Her dark eyes reflected the Shu Embroidery patterns.
Her long gaze narrowed slightly, and when she looked up, she had deftly tucked the handkerchief safely into her sleeve.
It was as if the handkerchief had always belonged to her.
"This handkerchief is nice, the embroidery work is beautiful," she remarked offhandedly, barely managing to conceal her nonchalance.
The people around her: "..."
A flicker of surprise flashed through Ning Feiyan's eyes, but she managed a graceful, light laugh, "It's my honor that Miss Jing likes it."
Su Jing, not returning the courtesy, even seemed a bit presumptuous. With a slight raise of her dark, elegant eyebrows, she asked, "Does Elder Lin have many handkerchiefs?"
