Qiao Yin shook her head and slid the jade bracelet off her wrist: "Grandma, what's done is done. Lingche loves her, not me. Even if I forced myself to stay in the Lu Family, I wouldn't be happy. I'll return this bracelet to you. It's too special of a gift for me to accept. But I won't hesitate to accept other gifts from you."
The Old Madam stubbornly put the bracelet back on Qiao Yin: "A gift from me is a gift to you. If you don't value it, then just destroy it. As far as I'm concerned, nobody else is fit to wear this bracelet."
Qiao Yin was at a loss for what to do next.
The Old Madam, however, didn't dwell on the issue of the bracelet. She gently patted Qiao Yin's head and asked softly: "Yinyin, tell me the truth, do you still have feelings for Lingche? Even if you hate him, that means you still do."
Qiao Yin opened her mouth, intending to say no, but was unable to form the words.
She indeed still had feelings for him. She both loved him, and hated him.
