"Alright."
Lin Qingluo obediently nodded, she took the box and opened the lid as instructed.
In the bone box, there lie a string of Sacred Beads, emanating a robust ancient aura, their surface teeming with luminescence, passed down from the ancient times.
Each Sacred Bead was as white as snow, each carved with the unique totem of the Wu Clan.
"These Sacred Beads are the relic of Fan'er's father, they are the Mu Clan's heirloom."
Grandma Mu's gaze fell upon the Sacred Beads, a hint of tears flashed in her eyes, "Before his departure, Grandma gave Fan'er these Sacred Beads to give to his beloved as a betrothal gift."
At this point, she wiped away her tears and broke out in a smile, "This child is too shy to present it himself and had me do it on his behalf. Allow me to put it on you."
Upon hearing the words "betrothal gift", a small piece of Lin Qingluo's heart fiercely trembled, her cheeks blushed as if they were on fire.
"My sweet child."