Ji Xingyao heard there was compensation, and her tears stopped instantly.
Her big, black grape-like eyes blinked as she stared at the jade pendant in his palm.
The white jade, smooth as cream, glimmered with a gentle luster under the sunlight, crystal clear with not a single flaw.
There seemed to be words on the back.
She let out a "huh," reached out to take the jade pendant from Qin Morui's hand, and turned it over for a glance.
Qin Morui saw she had stopped crying and, pointing at the tiny words, explained, "This is my name. When I was born, my great-grandfather gave it to me, saying whoever carries it is the heir of the Qin Family. It's important not to lose it. I'm giving it to you now as a pledge. I'll come back and compensate you for your shoes when I have money, so please don't cry, okay?"
As he spoke, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the little sister's tears away.
