In the evening, Kyle Kinston returned to the mansion, took out the bracelet that Mabel Quinn had woven for him from the drawer, and gently rubbed the woven texture of the bracelet with his fingertip.
"What's up? Daydreaming while looking at this bracelet?" Mabel Quinn's voice suddenly sounded.
He raised his eyes, looked at her, and smiled slightly, "Suddenly felt like looking at it, thinking that the weaving pattern of the bracelet is quite pretty. Where did you learn it?"
"When I was in the fifth or sixth grade, many girls at school liked to weave bracelets or wristbands with strings. Back then, we all learned from weaving books or from vendors who sold braided strings. But this bracelet's weaving method, I came up with it myself," Mabel said with some pride, "I dare say, it's unique. I've never seen anyone else wearing a bracelet with the same pattern."
"Unique?" Kyle Kinston's gaze suddenly deepened, "Are you sure?"
