Several more young men joined the gathering in the pavilion, making the atmosphere all the more relaxed and casual.
However, the spot beside Jiang Shu remained vacant, clearly reserved for her.
Su Luo hesitated, unsure whether she should approach or not, standing still.
Then, she heard Li Dan's voice breaking through: "Hey, Brother Shu, what's hanging from your waist?"
Zhu Biao craned his neck for a better look: "Li Dan, you're not seeing well, that's a sachet!"
Li Dan rolled his eyes at him, tapping the table with his fan: "Of course, I know it's a sachet. I'm asking what's embroidered on it."
In the middle of his sentence, he snatched the sachet hanging from Jiang Shu without warning.
Hearing his words, everyone leaned in for a closer look.
Su Luo stood at a distance, but she could vaguely make out the shape of the sachet. Her cheeks turned warm with embarrassment.
