His fingertips lightly touched the doll's round fingers, like a handshake, pressing the soft cotton slightly, leaving a very shallow mark.
Compared to its kind, the doll was large. Yuan Yuxue held it in her arms and left the owner's room. Its soft cotton limbs rested on Yuan Yuxue's arms, like a child eager to be hugged.
Although the doll is not as weird and scary as before after being repaired, it can hardly be called beautiful.
Especially its facial features sewn with cotton thread, its floral skirt in strange colors, and its pale limbs with faint traces of breaks. In the darkness, it looks even more ghostly, like some special tool used for a curse.
If this rag doll appeared alone in the dark, it would be a real horror movie.
Even if it can't move, just placing it on the edge of a corner can scare innocent passers-by to death.
Beings like players, who are equipped with props and have extraordinary courage, would probably have already taken action to guard against it.
But at this moment... the doll was held in Yuan Yuxue's arms.
Therefore, even the most bizarre and scary dolls, when held by Yuan Yuxue's slender and thin fingers, looked inexplicably cute. It was like a decoration with a special style, without any sense of gloom and horror.
Jie Zhouyan's eyes also fell on the rag doll.
He began to wonder why Yuan Yuxue paid so much attention to the doll and held it so gently in her arms.
Of course, at this time, Jie Zhouyan didn't realize where this extremely childish anger came from. Even if you tell him directly that you are angry at a baby, Jie Zhouyan himself would probably feel confused.
… Why should he be angry with the doll.
He and Yuan Yuxue went up to the second floor together. When they were about to return to their room, Jie Zhouyan couldn't help but conceal his gaze on Yuan Yuxue's slender fingers.
Or to be more precise, it was the doll that Yuan Yuxue was holding.
He lowered his eyes slightly, and almost no one could detect the slight emotion in his tone. Jie Zhouyan seemed to be just looking at the doll casually, and suddenly became curious about it, and asked casually: "Do you like this doll very much?"
His tone was so calm and flawless, but he still couldn't help but add a sentence that betrayed his inner emotions.
“It’s kind of ugly.”
Jie Zhouyan said expressionlessly, feeling that he was making a very fair evaluation.
This doll is just ugly.
"Hmm." Yuan Yuxue responded softly, holding the doll up a little higher, flipping it over, and waving at Jie Zhouyan, "Will it?"
The strange-looking doll was lifted higher, and it could be seen more clearly. Yuan Yuxue said, "Xiao Ming and I sewed this together."
Jie Zhouyan was slightly stunned.
His thoughts quickly switched between these three stages: "Yuan Yuxue can actually sew dolls" - "Now it seems that this doll is not that ugly or weird" - "No, why would Yuan Yuxue sew dolls with others?"