That was a small drift bottle.
It was indeed small.
A transparent bottle, looking quite ordinary, as common as a small water cup.
It couldn't compare at all to those beautiful bottles he had painstakingly searched for in the past.
His gaze fell on the bottle.
Leng Tong heard footsteps behind her and turned around.
Seeing it was him, her face instantly turned red.
This was the first time she expressed her feelings so openly, so she appeared a bit awkward.
Even her hands and feet felt unsure of where to place them.
Leng Tong bit her lip.
Ning Xie looked at her and, for some reason, a vague suspicion arose in his heart.
He became a little excited, but still pretended to be calm as he walked forward, standing on the stone by the pond, then crouched down to retrieve the drift bottle.
Inside, indeed, there was a note.
He opened the bottle and took it out.
