"Madam, you didn't accidentally throw away that paper doll, did you?"
An Jing muttered.
"Husband, what are you looking for?"
At that time, Zhao Qingmei also walked into the bedroom and saw An Jing standing in front of the wardrobe, which made her a bit anxious.
As he spoke, An Jing gestured, "The paper doll I was making, about the size of a palm."
"Really, you're so grown up and still playing with paper dolls."
Zhao Qingmei said somewhat grumpily, then took out the two paper dolls from the closet nearby.
"Madam, these paper dolls are no ordinary ones."
An Jing took the paper dolls and said with a smile.
"What's so special about them?" Zhao Qingmei asked.
That morning, she had found two paper dolls on the table, and she hadn't cared much about it and casually put the paper dolls away.
"Here, take this."
An Jing handed one of the paper dolls to Zhao Qingmei.
Zhao Qingmei, puzzled, took the paper doll and became somewhat curious.
"Madam, watch closely."
