When Qiao Qingyu arrived at the hospital, Han Xianglan had already woken up.
Her complexion was pale as she insisted on going home.
Qiao Qingyu, however, stared blankly at Han Xianglan's wrist.
She remembered that there used to be a red cord bracelet there, the knots forming little flowers connected in a series, with a slipknot that could be adjusted to any size. Han Xianglan had worn it all her life.
Perhaps because it was not valuable, no one bothered with it.
But it was very delicate. Although Han Xianglan was very skilled with her hands, the ones she made were different.
She had only ever made one for Qiao Qingyu.
However, it was made with embroidery thread.
It was also beautiful, but the original owner didn't like it much and didn't know where she threw it.
Qiao Qingyu remembered, the last time she left, the knotted bracelet was still on Han Xianglan's wrist.
