Seeing Self On The Death Bed Chapter 115

Chen held the parrot jade sculpture tightly in his hands and touched it, "It's so smooth."

He touched it for a long time, then held the jade carving in his arms, rolled on the ground, and happily started to bite it.

"It tastes bad, it's too hard."

Sheng Qing stroked his forehead.

"Why is it cold?" Chen leaned closer to the jade carving and hooked his finger on the parrot's curved beak. "No, this is so sharp and it's poking me. I don't want to touch something like this!"