After thinking for a while, she took out a small bottle of pink perfume from her pocket. "Brother Xing Yue, this bottle of perfume was made when I was practicing. In order to express my gratitude to you, I'll give it to you. I hope you don't mind."
Before she could finish, Xing Yue took the perfume. Of course he would like it, how could he despise it? Just as he brought the perfume to his nose to smell it, someone came up behind him.
"Feng Qing, my brother bought so many things for you and spent so much money. Aren't you a little too petty to use a small bottle of perfume as a return gift?" Tessa said unhappily.
Xing Yue raised his eyebrows. "Tessa, there's an old saying in Xia country: 'It's the thought that counts'. In my opinion, this perfume that Qingqing made is definitely worth more than the money I spent. No, it should be much more expensive than the things I bought for her."
