How he ended up folding some coarse bamboo paper beyond his imagination. There he was, sitting in the middle of Madam He's office with yellow papers scattered around him.
Never once in his life had he ever folded some incense paper, not even in the previous lifetime. Even if he did, who was he going to offer these to? He couldn't find Yin Yin's remnants to build her a tomb.
Wang Heiyue folded the paper carelessly. The papercraft was uneven and unsymmetrical, there was space in between folds. The dragon eyed the finished incense papers with a pout on his face.
They indeed looked like origami folded by kids.
The door to the office slid open harshly and Madam He stepped into the room. That half-century woman appeared to be pissed at something or maybe someone and Wang Heiyue rolled his obsidian eyes at her. She was always irritated at small little things.
