The assistant handed over a dark blue paper bag. Unwrapping the ribbon knot, Rong Yanqiao pulled something out from it and gave it to Tang Xi, "This is for you, it's not anything expensive, I made it myself, and I don't know if you would like it or not."
"I like it, I will definitely like it." Tang Xi took it, opened it and glanced inside, slightly stunned.
Rong Yanqiao watched her nervously.
Inside the box, there was a handmade wind chime, made of seashells, feathers, crystal flowers, colored glass, and some hand-woven fabric flowers.
Tang Xi picked it up.
There clearly was no wind indoors.
Yet, Tang Xi heard the soft sound of the wind chime ringing.
She suddenly looked up, staring at Rong Yanqiao's face.
Tang Xi's throat tightened abruptly, "Rong..."
