Xiangxiang smiled shyly.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, she hurriedly ran to rummage through her bag, pulling out a small square box, and handed it to Qin Xin:
"Little Miss, I almost forgot, this is the package your master sent today. He heard you were competing and wanted to give you some encouragement."
"He also sent a message saying that, no matter the competition results, it doesn't matter. What matters in life is the process, the process of participating."
Qin Xin's cold expression melted a little as she took the small square box.
Typical of Master Tuantuan's style.
An antique-style huanghuali wood box, with a traditional concentric lock fastener.
Luckily she knew how to open it.
He taught her that this winter.
The friends watched the box curiously.
Ao Xinghao sobered up a bit: "When did Sister Xin have a master? Such philosophical words, 'Life is about the process of participating, tsk...'"
Hu Yi looked confused: "Then what should I call my master's master?"
