Xiao Yifei lay on the ground, quickly dragging an old wooden box from under the bed, then took out a sandalwood box from inside the old wooden box. Despite its age, the purple sandalwood box filled the room with an ancient, distant fragrance as soon as it was exposed to the air.
This was the box his mother had concealed all her life, and Xiao Yifei knew only that it contained his mother's most treasured possessions. What specifically the valuable, priceless treasures of gold and jewelry might be, Xiao Fei was also unaware.
Seeing the look in his mother's eyes, Xiao Fei quickly opened the sandalwood box. To his surprise, as well as Lin Zhuyu's, there was no gold or jewelry inside, just a half section of a withered purple-black piece of wood, about the size of a sugar cane and very ugly in its strange and bizarre shape.
"Mom, what is this?" Xiao Fei frowned and asked doubtfully, not optimistic about the half piece of withered wood.
