"If you like, you can choose one."
She loved naming things, giving names to all sorts of objects tirelessly.
Pei Jue's eyes were full of indulgence as he stooped to coax her.
Feng Yun received the generous gift, responding with a smile.
"Let me think..."
She examined the gold ware, bit it lightly, and admired its delicate craftsmanship, growing fonder of it the more she looked.
"How about calling it Yuejian?"
Pei Jue watched her joy, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he hummed in agreement, stretched out his arms to embrace her, binding her tightly.
"Keep it safe, and it will ensure your well-being."
Feng Yun lowered her head, smiling as she caressed the crescent-tip, "Is it that effective? Which sage has blessed it?"
Pei Jue: "My father."
Feng Yun pursed her lips with a smile, tilting her head up to look at him with laughter in her eyes.
"All right. My lord, you must also take good care of yourself on your journey."