"Father, nothing. I picked it up in the corner outside the courtyard just now. It was beautiful, so I want to have a look," Ning Xueyan hesitated for a while and answered. She bit her lip and blinked her jet-like moist eyes, looking a little shy. After all, it was disgraceful for a noble Young Lady to pick up a flower that other people dropped.

It was an exquisitely crafted bead flower, which was made of a real flower. With a blooming flower pinned on a holder made of small ...