Rong Qi fiddled with her jacket for a while and finally found the small pouch she had made. She said, "Here, this is for you. This can calm your nerves. You have to carry it with you."
The little pouch was different from the crappy box from before. It was very exquisite. There were blooming little blue flowers embroidered on it, and there was the word Qi embroidered with gold thread in the lower right corner.
As soon as Rong Qi took it out, they smelled a unique fragrance. It was mixed with the faint smell of dried medicinal herbs, which made one feel relaxed and happy at the smell.
Lu Chengzhou stared at the little pouch and frowned, 'That smell was so familiar. Little Qiqi had the same smell on her... Especially since the smell of this small pouch was mixed with dried medicinal herbs. It was obvious that it was made by Rong Qi. But... isn't Rong Qi a retard?'
Ye Nanshen held the pouch in his hand, and his impetuous heart instantly died down.
