She never expected that the box contained things she had used or played with as a child.
Even more surprising, her mother had kept them for her all this time!
Even though the things inside were items she had played with for a while and then discarded for newer toys.
The top of the box held an exquisite cricket cage, engraved with patterns incomprehensible to most, though the cricket inside was long gone.
She learned this from the playful noble children in the capital at the time.
Underneath the cricket cage was a delicately made round fan, about the size of an adult's palm. The only blemish was the greenish embroidery on the fan's surface, stitched so carelessly that it was hard to look at directly.
This was the result of her awkwardly learning needlework under her mother's pressure, making her mother shake her head and eventually give up in resignation.
Jiang Lingxi resisted the urge to cover her face and continued to look to the side.
