Luosang stayed silent and let Nian Junting take the bag.
He opened the bag and found a grey scarf in it.
Taking it out, he found that it was a long, men's scarf.
"Is this a gift for me?" He smiled and sounded proud. "Xia City isn't cold. Why would you give me a scarf?"
"Did I say it was for you?" Luosang glanced at him.
"It's not for me? Who is it for then?" Nian Junting's face darkened. "Tell me. I'll break his neck so he won't be able to wear it."
Luosang didn't know how to respond.
"Tell me," Nian Junting said as he stared at her.
Luosang rolled her eyes and said, "I was going to give it to you, but you clearly don't want it."
"I knew it. It's for me." Nian Junting proudly snorted and said, "I didn't say that I didn't want it. It's not cold, but since this is a gift from you, I'll wear it no matter how warm it is."
