Jian Qing lowered her gaze to the red ribbon in her hand, and with the corner of her eyes, she spotted several pens placed next to the bamboo tube. An idea sprang to mind.
She slowly walked over, picked up a pen, and began to write swiftly on the red ribbon.
Pen down, Jian Qing held the red ribbon and walked straight to the ancient tree, nimbly climbing its sturdy branches.
Securing her footing, she tied the red ribbon to a branch. In just a few moments, it was all done. Sunshine filtered through the gaps in the leaves, spilling onto the red ribbon. The name "Xiao Jing" written in black ink stood out sharply, dazzlingly radiant in the golden sunlight.
Jian Qing looked at the red ribbon she just hung, satisfied. Suddenly, she took out her phone and snapped a photo of the ribbon, then clicked to send it.
All done!
Jian Qing grasped the branch, used the tree as leverage, somersaulted in mid-air, and skillfully jumped down.
