Stars In His Eyes

So, when he arrived at the county town, the first thing he did after withdrawing money was to buy the pendant. He even paired it with a colorful silver chain. Holding it in his palm, he felt it was exceptionally beautiful. It was just a pity that it didn’t have the gold accents the shop owner had mentioned.

"Why wouldn’t I like it?" He Zhilan lowered her head slightly, letting He Teng help her put it on. She then raised her hand to gently touch the pendant and said, "This is a tourmaline, isn’t it? It must not have been cheap, and it’s rose tourmaline. Brother, do you know what rose tourmaline symbolizes?"

"What does it mean? I just thought it looked pretty and suited you," He Teng muttered.

"Rose tourmaline symbolizes love." He Zhilan was truly moved. The usually reserved He Teng, who didn’t understand romance at all, had actually thought of getting her a gift. And not just any gift—one with such meaningful significance. On top of that, he went out of his way to return to the village after coming from the county town, just to bring it to her.

No wonder his ears turned red when she teased him earlier, asking why he had come back. He had been embarrassed!

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He Teng genuinely had no idea tourmaline carried such symbolic meaning. He bought it purely because he thought it looked nice and would suit He Zhilan well.

Although it was expensive, the price was still within his acceptable range, so he decided to buy it.

Seeing how much He Zhilan liked it reassured He Teng. It seemed she truly loved the gift, which put his mind at ease.

He Zhilan didn’t press further about where He Teng had gotten the money. After all, she knew for certain he wouldn’t have resorted to anything dishonest like stealing or robbing. His heartfelt gesture in giving her this gift made it unnecessary to interrogate him about the source of his funds as if she were a nagging housekeeper.

"Thank you, He Teng." He Zhilan hugged him tightly, overflowing with gratitude as she repeated her thanks. "I used to complain about how dense you were, how you didn’t understand romance. Every time I told you to get me a gift, you’d just say I should choose what I liked and buy it myself—that used to make me so angry."

All those tiny grievances from before, all that dissatisfaction, had now completely vanished.