"Ying Qingcang?" Xin Qing called out tentatively.

Santa Claus did not react, though it was obvious to Xin Qing that his eyes had become warmer.

"I'm opening it, okay?" Xin Qing thought he must be waiting for her to open her gift.

Carefully, she opened the box. There was a fluroscent object sitting inside, which emitted a faint, greenish glow. Basking the dim yellow lighting of the room, the object glittered and gleamed.

"This is..." ...