Xiao Mao glanced back at his senior brothers, then pursed his lips helplessly. "All right, but don't you forget. Let's pinky swear."
Dongfang Minghui left quickly. Before leaving, she looked back at the little courtyard, smiling and shaking her head.
What was this sweet-and-sour feeling of being called junior sister by a bunch of little beans?
"All done?"
"Yes, Seventh Sister. Let's go."
Qian Wanyu took her hand and gently pulled the thing tucked against her chest out. "What's this?"
Dongfang Minghui opened it and looked inside. All thirty-six plum blossom nails were there, not one missing. "That's strange. Didn't I leave it on the table?"
Seeing her bewildered expression, Qian Wanyu couldn't help laughing. "The Thieving Strange Hand certainly lives up to the name."
Dongfang Minghui thought it over carefully. The thing definitely hadn't been on her when she came out. There seemed to be only one person who could have gotten close enough to touch her along the way-Xiao Mao.
"Oh, heavens."
She had actually lost to a little kid.
Seeing her look as though the sky were about to collapse, Qian Wanyu couldn't help offering some comfort. "You'll have skills like that someday too. Since they gave this to you, keep it safe."