On the shore, he groped for a moment, then extended his fist to Ye Qingci, slowly unclenching his hand with a warm and joyful smile tugging at his lips, so enchanting that one couldn't look away, "Here, a little something for changing your tune!"
Ye Qingci lowered her gaze to see that within his palm lay a teardrop-shaped Ruby, silently resting.
Jian Shichu laughed as he pinched the chain linked to the gem, gently shaking it out.
It turned out to be a Ruby hair ornament.
Jian Shichu lifted his hand, gently arranged Ye Qingci's long hair, and helped her wear the hair ornament.
After a careful examination, he nodded, "Hmm, absolutely beautiful!"
Ye Qingci knew that whatever caught the eye of Seventh Master Jian must be worth a fortune.
Lately, Seventh Master Jian seemed to have developed an addiction to giving her gifts, as if he missed something each day he didn't give her something.
