Such artless, valueless paper cranes were treasured and carefully stored away by him, the feeling was akin to placing a stone in a box set with jewels.
Baron Lawrence never felt he was making a fuss over nothing.
In his eyes, nothing in the room was more important than these paper cranes!
He picked up one, trying to unfold it without damaging the fragile paper.
The wrinkled paper crane was quickly undone, revealing a small row of characters inside—"Wishing Baron Lawrence good health, happiness, and smooth sailing this year."
His hawk-like eyes suddenly softened, as if the stars had fallen into them, making those beautiful eyes dazzle irresistibly.
He read that simple line of text over and over, more than a dozen times, before he carefully folded the fragile paper and placed it into a clear glass bottle.
That glass bottle already contained more than twenty similar pieces of paper, in addition to paper used for folding cranes, it also held dozens of little stars.
