When he saw what was in the jade box, the corners of Su Yi’s lips twitched imperceptibly.

Yet another paper crane!

Why does that madwoman love folding paper cranes so much?

Su Yi was speechless.

But before long, he was stunned; he’d sensed that something was different about this particular crane.

It was pale silver throughout, with eyes like rubies. Its head was lowered, as if it were preening its feathers with its beak. It was so realistic that it almost seemed alive.

Furthermore, there was a tiny bronze box on its back, only about half the size of a grain of rice.

Even more unbelievably, as small as the box was, there was yet another letter inside it. The text was so small that he needed to use his divine sense to read it.

“Ol’ Crook Su, look after this box for me. If you run into life-threatening danger, open it.

“I know you’re not the type to listen to others’ advice, and you’re sure to want to know what’s in the box, but give me face this time, okay? Please, please, please, don’t do it.”

When he finished reading the message, Su Yi couldn’t help but rub his nose.

That madwoman’s guess was right on the mark. If not for that last sentence, he would have long since opened the minuscule box.

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