When Gu Shaojun finished unwrapping it, Xiao Man let out a cry of surprise, clasping her hands together. "They're so beautiful!"
She immediately glanced at Gu Shaojun, a little embarrassed. He just smiled and ruffled her hair. "You're not wrong. They *are* beautiful!"
Nestled in the white towel was a pair of dark brown, wooden dolls, each about half a foot tall. The wood had been carefully chosen; its grain was tight and fine, and it gave off a faint, sweet scent. The female doll was dressed in a round-collared babydoll dress with a crossbody bag. Her head was tilted to the side, her eyes and brows curved into a smile, and her hair was in playful pigtails. Her sweet innocence held a spark of cleverness—it was clearly Xiao Man from years ago, the day she first met Gu Shaojun on the streets of Wancheng. As for the male doll, he was dressed in a shirt and slacks, with handsome features and a dashing posture. It was unmistakably Gu Shaojun!
