Xiao Mao glanced back at his senior brothers, then pursed his lips helplessly. "All right, but don't forget. Let's pinky swear."
Dongfang Minghui left quickly. Before leaving, she looked back at the little courtyard and shook her head with a smile.
What was this bizarre feeling of being called junior sister by a bunch of little kids?
"All done?"
"Yes, Seventh Sister. Let's go."
Qian Wanyu caught her hand and gently pulled out the item tucked against her chest. "What's this?"
Dongfang Minghui opened it and found all thirty-six Plum Blossom Nails inside, not a single one missing. "Strange. Didn't I leave this on the table?"
Qian Wanyu couldn't help laughing at her bewildered expression. "Thieving Hands certainly lives up to the name."
Dongfang Minghui thought it over carefully. She was certain she hadn't had it when she came out. It seemed only one person could have come into contact with her along the way—Xiao Mao.
"Oh, heavens."
She had actually lost to a little kid.
Seeing her look as though the sky were falling, Qian Wanyu couldn't help offering some comfort. "You'll be that skilled someday too. Since they gave this to you, keep it safe."