Lu Chenyuan took out a box, and Lin Yan opened it only to break into a sweat.
Gold finger cots, gold rings, the heritage collection from Chow Tai Fook Jewellery.
Lin Yan remembered, the memory vivid.
Last time she mentioned feeling bare on her fingers, Lu Chenyuan asked her what she liked.
She offhandedly said, gold rings hold their value.
She had said it and forgotten about it, not taking it to heart, but now the gold rings were shimmering so intensely in the light that they struck her heart.
Thinking of Lu Chenyuan's status, and then her comments about retaining value, she felt utterly embarrassed.
At that moment, Lu Chenyuan must have been looking at her as if she were a joke.
What was key here was that Lu Chenyuan had indeed bought them for her.
"Do you think they are pretty?" Lin Yan asked.
Lu Chenyuan, with his long fingers, picked up a ring without much commentary, "As long as you like it."
He thought gold was somewhat tacky.
