The siblings nodded repeatedly, feeling somewhat embarrassed that because of them, she was laughed at by her friends. The boy occasionally lifted his head to size up Qinghe, knitting his brows as if thinking about something. Qinghe, Qinghe, it sounded familiar. And that face seemed familiar, too.
Yet Qinghe didn't notice the boy's peculiarity; her attention was caught by the item the girl was holding.
Seeing Qinghe's interest in the item in her hand, the girl quickly handed it over, "Qinghe, do you like this, too? If you do, I'll ask my brother to make a new one for you." Qinghe had saved them, after all; the girl was eager to have a chance to thank her.
Qinghe blinked, holding a small green bottle that somewhat resembled a vase, but it was too small; it seemed more like something to fiddle with absentmindedly. The pattern on top and the fine details of the bottle piqued her interest.
"Did your brother make this?" Qinghe asked, surprised.
