She didn't doubt for a moment that the silver needles were Lu Qingyi's handiwork, though she found it hard to believe that Lu Qingyi was that capable.
"I wouldn't do this to myself,"
Lu Qingyi took a bookmark out of the drawer, then turned to look at Lin Xiaoni.
She subtly curled the corners of her lips, her expression a mix of a smile and a smirk.
There was nothing she wasn't proud to admit.
"Sister, look up at the sky, lots of cows are flying."
Chen Xuejie stood next to Lin Xiaoni, she gently smiled and spoke.
The accuracy of the silver needles was not something an ordinary person could match. How could Lu Qingyi, a mere student, be so capable.
"Would you like to give it a try?"
Lu Qingyi took out a piece of black cloth from the drawer, held by a disposable elastic band. She removed the band, unfolded the cloth, revealing a row of shiny silver needles.
Lin Xiaoni and Chen Xuejie were both shocked, looking at Lu Qingyi in disbelief.
How could this be possible?
