Lu Yin rummaged through the rice repeatedly and finally found that deep purple cloth bag, quickly taking it back with her.
Watching Huai Xinmei lay out everything from the cloth bag on the table—various bottles and jars, and a box with an exceptionally bright, uniquely patterned color—
Lu Yin felt uncomfortable just by looking at them from afar.
However, Huai Xinmei's eyes gleamed.
These were all her treasures.
"You've been with me for so many days, pick one, I'll give it to you," she said to Lu Yin.
Lu Yin, not daring to hesitate, pointed at a green box, which had a peculiar leaf shape outlined in gold thread.
Seeing her choose the green box, a curious light flickered in Huai Xinmei's eyes.
"You do have taste."
She extended her pale, tender fingers, pinching the green box in the center of her palm, her movement exceedingly gentle.
"This is my second favorite item here."
Following her remark, Lu Yin asked, "Then what is your favorite, Master?"
