Manbao really couldn't see anything, holding the handkerchief and asking Jiu Lan, "He only gave the handkerchief, did he not say anything else?"
Jiu Lan: "He said it was given by an old friend of the lady, and the lady would understand upon seeing it."
Manbao inspected the handkerchief thoroughly once more, but she really couldn't figure it out, "What mystery does this handkerchief hold?"
Jiu Lan: "…Lady, this handkerchief was made by Sister May."
Manbao widened her eyes, "Could it be that they know May?"
Jiu Lan: "…Lady, this handkerchief was made for you, the orchid grass embroidered on it is the same one as the orchid grass on Mr. Zhuang's desk."
Manbao stared at the orchid grass on the handkerchief, and after a while, she said: "Is that so?"
But she's seen similar orchids on many people's handkerchiefs; they all look quite similar.
Jiu Lan said: "This handkerchief was only made for the lady by Sister May."
