Chong Ling's voice was calm and indifferent, reading with little emotion, even when reaching the loss of those romantic tales, still remained quite tranquil.
Nalan Jinlian looked and then started to smile with pursed lips.
"Miss, Master is here!"
Chong Ling hurriedly put away the miscellaneous notes and stood up respectfully waiting.
A middle-aged man in a brocade jacket stepped in, holding a brocade box in his hand,
"Jinlian is awake!" His voice was gentle, full of pity and affection.
Nalan Jinlian sat up straight, softly called out, "Father!"
"Good child, is your health better?"
"Much better, thank you for your concern, Father!"
Nalan Bo handed the brocade box to Nalan Jinlian, "Open it and see!"
"Alright!"
Nalan Jinlian received the brocade box and opened it, inside was a set of purple jade golden filigree flower hairpins, truly exquisite and splendid, tightly beautiful.
Nalan Jinlian liked it very much at first glance.
"Do you like it?"
