C177 Letters Can be Written

Looking at the pattern that Yun Zhiyu had drawn on the embroidered handkerchief, Jun Wuyao was a little curious. "Is this a white fox?"

"Yes, I embroidered a red one a while ago. I was thinking of embroidering a white one as well, so it could be considered a good match." Yun Zhiyu's hands did not stop moving, and she did not feel uncomfortable at all even though Jun Wuyao was beside her