"Warm Jade?"
Lin Qingluo's eyebrows raised slightly as she felt the smooth, warm jade in her hand. The texture was incredibly pleasing, and it was clear that this was no ordinary item.
"Hmm."
Lin Yixuan's dark obsidian eyes gleamed: "It's a tribute gifted by a small affiliated country in the southwest."
"You keep it."
Lin Qingluo instinctively grasped his hand, putting the warm jade back into his palm.
"Sister, your body is strong and you don't fear the cold. It's me who needs to be extra careful since my lungs just recently recovered from an injury. I can't afford to catch a cold."
"I have more."
Lin Yixuan refused and pushed the warm jade back, his delicate face filled with seriousness: "This is specifically saved for my sister."
"Alright."
Seeing his insistence, a wave of warmth surged in Lin Qingluo's heart. She gently patted his head: "Since it's Yixuan's kind intention, sister will accept it."
"Mmhmm."