Sun Xian felt the pocket was quite light and didn't pay much attention, thinking that Gu Wan had sewn him another pocket. He happily placed it in his chest.
"No, I'm not going. My mother is alone at home, and I'm not comfortable leaving her."
Seeing this, Gu Chengyu had to take his leave. Sun Xian didn't stand on ceremony either; he took two jars of homemade pickled vegetables for Ming Mo, escorted them out of the courtyard, and only returned after watching the carriage disappear into the distance.
Returning to his room, he took out the pocket from his chest, gently rubbed it a couple of times, and noticed it was light purple. Gu Wan had never made this color for him before. Somewhat puzzled, he prepared to put the pocket under his pillow but suddenly discovered something seemed to be inside the pocket.
