"Xiaoxue, wear this." Lu Jiang took out a pair of gleaming emerald bracelets from the box and slid them onto her wrists, beaming with delight as he admired them on her, "These were given to grandmother by grandfather, right? Dad?"
Feng Qingxue leaned over for a look, noticing in the box a pair of emerald rings, a pair of emerald earrings, two emerald hairpins, and a string of emerald beads. Although the quality was not as fine as the emerald jewelry she had acquired from Mother Xu's old friend, the color was full and moist, reaching the grade of ice-type, very watery, with a glossy, glue-like sheen.