"I was thinking of getting him a little charm for good luck," Rong Qi said, her voice laced with nonchalance.
"Really now, you care about such things?" Ling Mozi sneered disdainfully.
Rong Qi chose not to respond.
After a moment, Ling Mozi stood and retrieved a red string from a central cabinet. "This red string has been blessed by the light of Buddha for years. You can braid it and have him wear it. Hell, you could even snip a lock of your hair and place it inside."
Carefully, Rong Qi took the red string from Ling Mozi and started braiding it without a word. Her movements were delicate and efficient.
"You're not putting your hair inside? Isn't that meant to symbolize love? Isn't that what you young folks are into?" Ling Mozi queried, scrutinizing her.
"I'm not a fan," Rong Qi replied without looking up.
