"Oh, right."
Li Ang, paying no mind to the conflict between Pei Jing and Sun Xinzhi, reached into his clothes and spoke to He Fanshuang, "This is for you."
He pulled out the silver bracelet that He Fanshuang had placed in his possession earlier, only to find that it was broken in the middle, its edges curled and twisted upward.
"Uh, sorry, it might've been hit by those paper puppets earlier."
Li Ang scratched his head awkwardly. He Fanshuang's family hadn't been wealthy, and this silver bracelet left by her grandmother surely held special significance, yet now it was damaged.
"I know a few talented silversmiths in the West Market. I'll get it fixed after we return to Chang'an and give it back to you..."
"It's fine."
He Fanshuang took the broken silver bracelet and toyed with it in her palm, her gaze forlorn as if reminiscing about something.
