"Wait. What?! Why?" Xueyue exasperated, her eyes widening. She couldn't believe his words nor the resolution on his face.
Li Wenmin's fingers curled into a fist, his facade cracking by the second. "It's dangerous for you to possess it."
"He said it would keep me safe."
"Do you understand the significance of a man giving away a pendant with his name?" Li Wenmin fired back before wincing at how harsh he sounded. He unraveled his fingers and attempted to pat her head, but she dodged his hand, her lips pressed into a line.
"Xiao Yue, don't be mad at me. I only want to keep you safe." Li Wenmin sighed, "I care about you, sometimes more than I care about—oh, nevermind."
Xueyue didn't miss his hesitation. Who was he talking about?
"What matters right now is that you hand the pendant over to me."
"But why?"
Suddenly, someone cut into the conversation. "No one goes around giving pendants with their family name and crest on it."
