Taking his eyes away from the blue-feathered bird, Clara Qiu responded to Yan Yiling, squatted beside her consciously, and looked at the various herbs on the ground.
"What is this?"
As soon as Clara Qiu picked up a handful of vine-like herbs, his hands were covered with fine brown powder.
Seeing Clara Qiu trying to shake off the powder on his hands, Yan Yiling quickly stopped him and said, "Don't do it!"
"It's precious. Hurry up and put it in this wooden box!"
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