Although Lyra Smith found it inexplicable, she still answered him, "I made it up myself."
"Impossible!" Erwin Jackson denied her claim.
Lyra gave him a dark look, "You ask, then deny, is something wrong with your brain?"
Erwin Jackson fell silent.
When he heard Lyra say that she made it up herself, he looked at the grasshopper and dragonfly in his hand again. They weren't very well made, like something done by a beginner, and the dragonfly's body was a bit twisted.
Memories from many years ago became clearer in his mind, and his hurried heartbeat made his breathing difficult, his hands trembling slightly.
Lyra couldn't understand what Erwin Jackson's expression meant and reached out to take back the two small crafts, "I'm sorry if they're so ugly that they hurt your eyes, but I didn't intend to show them to you. Give them to me."
As she reached out.
