Song Qingxi's eyes were sparkling. She grabbed the gift with her name on it and eagerly tore it open.
Inside the box was a shortsword made of jade, just over a foot long. It was a vibrant, verdant green from hilt to tip. The spine of the blade was slightly thick and its edges were unsharpened. A dark green tassel dangled from the pommel. The words "Jade Flower" were engraved on the blade in a flamboyant script.
"This is a Tier One High-Grade magical artifact I refined myself—the Jade Flower Sword. Do you like it?" Song Changsheng was quite confident. 'This sword is practically tailor-made for her; she's sure to love it.'
"I love it," Song Qingxi said, hugging the shortsword to her chest. Her eyes curved into crescents as she gave him a beaming, appreciative smile.
Looking at the remaining box, Song Qingxi's eyes twinkled. She tilted her small face up and said, "Cold Blockhead is still facing the wall in punishment. Can I open it for him?"
