As soon as Lin Shuyue saw the pattern on the box, she recognized it!
"Lianxi, how could you use a box like this to store things? It's so ominous!" Lin Shuyue frowned, disapprovingly looking at her.
Su Lianxi lifted her head, flashing her a brilliant smile, "Of course, I have to use this box because... it originally contained ashes."
Lin Shuyue turned deathly pale with fright!
"Lianxi, you... where did you get this kind of thing?" Lin Shuyue felt that she hardly recognized her daughter anymore, "What do you need these things for at your young age? Are you superstitious or something... Lianxi, listen to me, that stuff is useless. If you want to win back Ning Yichen's heart, you still need to..."
"Mom, if I really want to secure my position as the young mistress of the Ning Family, I can only count on it." Su Lianxi said with a sardonic laugh, placing the box on the table and pulling out a wet wipe to clean it.
The urn, after all, had been put to thought and looked worn.
