Gu Qiaoqiao once again gazed intently, the ruby-carved Red Lotus Flower had a total of nine petals, each as thin as a cicada's wing, seemingly trembling slightly with the faintest breeze.
For a moment, Gu Qiaoqiao found herself reluctant to part with it. Despite her suspicions, she felt a spiritual connection to the object.
Moreover, finding it at such a time surely had a significance that she could not yet comprehend, so she decided to let nature take its course.
Gu Qiaoqiao placed the ruby lotus in the inner pocket of her backpack, zipped it up, then stood and turned to Xiao Wen, who was eating peaches under the old peach tree, "Sister Xiao Wen, do you have anything else to do? If not, let's go home."
Xiao Wen took out a handkerchief to wipe her mouth, glanced at Gu Qiaoqiao, then her backpack, and curiously asked, "Qiaoqiao, what's going on after all?"
