Looking up and smiling at Lin Yuan, Lin Jiaxin put down the chisel in his hand, and with a wave of his other hand, he laughed, "Isn't it your little sister who insisted that I carve a few small boxes for her? She even drew up the plans herself."
Xiao Linshuang's?
Lin Yuan curiously picked up the drawing on the table and looked it over. Ignoring the quality of the drawing and the lines for the moment, it was the small round boxes depicted that felt strikingly familiar to her.
Picking up a small box that was already carved, Lin Yuan opened and closed the lid a couple of times before wrinkling her little nose and muttering, "Why does this look so much like a container for rouge and face powder?"
"Ha-ha, because that's exactly what it's for!"
