Liu Fufeng saw that Ji You indeed didn't have the intention of making a cane for him, and with slight regret, he turned around and left.
His departing figure was thin and frail... appearing both lonely and desolate...
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
...
Liu Fufeng kept waiting and waiting until he returned to his seat in the corner, but still didn't hear Ji You call him back. Liu Fufeng could only sit down, pick up a few pieces of paper again, and glare at them.
——Even after selling out my misery like this, still no agreement.
——Truly a heart of stone.
——Yingyingying...
Liu Fufeng, with no other choice, started folding small paper men once more.
Meanwhile.
Ji You drew out a strand of silk thread, started with a snake knot, then slightly twisted her fingers to weave the thread. She bowed her head, lost in thought, quietly weaving while ignoring the storm outside the window...
1 second.
2 seconds.
3 seconds.
...
Soon, a simple outline of a net appeared.
Then.
