"Yes," Lianqiao sighed, appearing thoughtful, but in her peripheral vision, she saw Zitan gazing intently at the embroidered conjoined lotus flowers on the pillow, lost in her own thoughts...
Lianqiao took the stone in her hand and placed it by Zitan's bedside: "Dear sister, my mother left this for me, saying it would ensure safety and prosperity. Our meeting as sisters is a fate. I have no more prospects ahead, so let me leave this with you. Wear it every day as if I am by your side, if you don't mind..."
Zitan didn't particularly care whether Lianqiao stayed or left, but her attention was caught by the stone with its dazzling multi-colored five-ring net: "Such a precious thing, how can I accept it? You should keep it."
Lianqiao insisted, placing it in her hand: "If you consider me an older sister, after all we've been through, you must keep it. Remember to wear it every day..."
