Gu Ran was captivated by the entirely emerald green agate bracelet before her. She picked it up; the agates on the bracelet were of uniform size, smooth, and full. Each bead emitted a natural sheen, and under the light, the green seemed as vibrant as kingfisher feathers, refreshing to the heart.
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell it wasn't cheap.
She reluctantly put down the bracelet, feigning indifference, "I don't want it, lest you say again that I have no self-respect."
Zhang Zhihao closed the box, forcibly shoved it into her hand, and said, "I insist on giving it to you, it's not like you asked for it. Take it, give it to your grandma, she'll be delighted."
Gu Ran pressed her lips together, accepted the gift, but said nothing.
