Feeling a bit flustered, her voice changed due to her worry, "How could this be... I clearly placed it here, where did it go..."
Unable to find it in the drawer, she decided to squat down, thinking maybe it had fallen under the dressing table.
Seeing her anxiously looking for something that didn't belong to her, Qin Feimo, seated nearby, suddenly felt a pang in his heart and stood up to help her up from the floor.
Feeling his support, Feng Jinglei turned around with a distressed expression, "I clearly placed it well, right in the drawer; it's gone... I remember putting it there!"
"Is it that important?" he asked, staring at her, his gentle eyes carrying a hint of compassion.
She hesitated slightly, meeting his intense gaze and then lowering hers, "Thirteen years, I've cherished it all along, do you think it's important?"
She said this because she knew Qin Feimo might still be unaware of what the object was.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
