Lyle Gu held the paintbrush and looked at the Pixiu jade string hanging on his wrist, feeling a little dirty.
He carefully put the brush aside, leaned over and held the draft of White Tiger in the box with both hands, and placed it upright. Just as he was about to take off the jade string in his hand, he thought of what Fletcher Si had told him before. The matter of wearing it close to the body stopped again.
He touched the Pixiu carved on the jade string on his wrist, and shouted in a low voice with a solemn expression and a little trembling: "Pixiu, Pixiu... Sir?"
The jade string made no movement.
Lyle Gu breathed a sigh of relief, touched the jade sculpture again, and asked in a slightly louder voice, "Mr. Pixiu?"
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