C857 Dragon's head 63

"Here."

When the wooden log was taken out of his pocket, the brocade box with the butterfly on it had yet to be opened.

On the box, there were two strings of pink bows gently shaking, like a flower that had yet to be picked.

"You've never opened it?"

Zorn stared at her, running his fingers over the velvet swan satin of the box.

Velvet was the softest fabric