Grasped in the left hand of that crude, clay crown prince statue was a flower that was white as snow. Crystal dew clung to the delicate, pure-white petals. A wisp of its fresh fragrance wafted in the air, the scent lovely and endearing. The signature pose of crown prince statues was “Sword in One Hand, Flower in the Other,” but the flower held in the left hand would, of course, be a finely crafted flower of gold, gems, or jade. This was the first time Xie Lian had seen a real flower clasped in his statue’s hand, and he couldn’t help but lean in for a better look.
know that this is hong hong-er’s shine and he built that statue and picks the flowers AAHHH
