"This set of brush, ink, paper, and inkstone was something I obtained after accidentally helping a foreign elder during a journey outside," Huo Yunyi nodded, "He said it was also a treasure he had collected by chance. Knowing that I was from Shenzhou, he gifted it to me."
Yan Tingfeng gently blinked, "It's an antique, likely looted abroad during a period of war."
"Yes, the craftsmanship is also very exquisite," Xiang Shaoyu nodded, "Though aged, the patterns and colors haven't faded, and the brush remains undamaged."
"I think for someone like me who only knows how to use guns, these writing materials are of no use," Huo Yunyi said, "So I decided to give them to Miss Ye."
Xiang Shaoyu pondered for a moment, feeling something was off, "If you don't need this antique, why didn't you give it to me?"
He was fond of antiques and welcomed anything from the olden times.
Huo Yunyi, expressionless, replied, "I forgot."
Xiang Shaoyu: "…"
Then how come he thought of it now?!
