Wang Xiaojuan and Bai Jiacao exchanged a glance, and the girl carefully opened the paper crane.
It had been folded decades ago. The paper was very brittle, and the picture had faded away.
Even so, they could still vaguely see a small, smiling star. It hung high in the darkness and protected the carefree girl under it.
"Ah, this is the paper crane the nurse gave to your grandmother when she was young!" Bai Jiacao exclaimed. "Young Juan, you have to keep it!"
Wang Xiaojuan thought about it and folded the paper crane carefully before she stuffed it back into the pendant. She tied it around Big Tooth's neck once more.
"I think it's better if I keep it here. This is a fragile thing, and I don't have anywhere to put it in school. Young Cao, can you keep it for me?" she asked with a smile.
Bai Jiacao panicked a little. She waved her hand and said, "It's too precious. Can I?"
