After the woman took down the red embroidered ball, she personally delivered it to Fang Yan, her voice cold and clear as she said to her, "Returning it to you!"
"Returning it to me?" Fang Yan wondered if she had misheard and couldn't help but repeat, she was sure that the embroidered ball wasn't hers, she had never even seen it before, how could it be returned to her?
The woman's face showed a faint smile, as she looked at the embroidered ball in her hand, the ice and snow melted in her eyes, softening instantly.
Because in her eyes, on that red embroidered ball, a girl dressed in a red broad-sleeved ruqun, palm-sized, was bowing deeply to her.
The girl's voice was soft and sweet, "Thank you, madam, for helping me find my master!"
The woman extended a hand, picked up Fang Yan's right hand, and gently placed the embroidered ball in Fang Yan's palm, "It has been seeking you for a thousand years. Now, it's returned to its rightful owner. Take it with you and leave."
