'So mysterious?'
Ye Chutang rose and walked to the wooden box. It wasn't locked, secured only by a gilded bronze clasp that was simple and elegant, yet exuded an air of nobility.
The box itself was already exceptionally precious; who knew what lay inside...
CLICK.
Ye Chutang unfastened the bronze clasp and opened the box.
In an instant, a wave of cold air washed over her.
A solid block of ice, as clear and pure as glass, lay quietly inside.
Ye Chutang's eyes widened slightly.
'Why would Shen Yanchuan send me a block of ice... Wait!'
Her gaze sharpened as she noticed something seemed to be frozen in the center of the ice block.
It was light and delicate, with soft tendrils.
"This is..."
'It's a flower?!'
Ye Chutang glanced back at Shen Yanchuan, then, as if suddenly remembering something, she looked down again at the flower frozen in the ice.
