Zhi'er peeked her little head into the room.
She found Bai Fengqing sitting by the table, carefully repairing his bent gold foil flower.
From time to time, she heard the sound of sniffing, perhaps he had been crying.
"Fifth Brother!" Zhi'er called softly.
Bai Fengqing, hearing the voice, quickly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.
He looked towards the door and immediately put down the small pliers in his hand.
"Sister, why are you here?" His eyebrows were handsome, and his eyes were red.
Zhi'er's little face showed a look of distress.
"I came to taste Third Aunt's craftsmanship and heard Third Uncle made you upset. Fifth Brother, are you feeling better now?"
As soon as this was mentioned, Bai Fengqing sighed.
He held his sister's hand and led her to the table.
"I've already repaired most of it, but there's still one gold foil flower missing. I don't know where it fell off."
Bai Fengqing placed the half-finished piece in Zhi'er's hand.
