Zhao Jingting froze for a moment. "How did this end up with you?"
"It fell off you that day."
Su Qiao withdrew her hand naturally, without the slightest embarrassment, and made no mention of returning it.
"What? Don't tell me you bought it for some beloved girl?"
Zhao Jingting's eyes darkened. "Don't be ridiculous. The Temple Master left this to me before he died."
"How did he come to have this?"
A Taoist Temple's master actually had jewelry meant for women?
There's a story here.
At the mention of the Temple Master, Zhao Jingting's expression softened considerably.
"When he was young, he had a daughter. He prepared it for her, but he never expected that his wife and child would later be killed by his enemies."
"Then why did he leave it to you?"
Remembering the Temple Master's final words, Zhao Jingting suddenly found himself unable to meet Su Qiao's eyes.
The Temple Master had said... When you meet a girl you like in the future, give this to her.
Although he hadn't been the one to personally give her the bracelet, he... had no intention of taking it back at all...
Seeing his awkward expression, Su Qiao guessed most of the story.
"Could it be for when you get married?"
Zhao Jingting looked embarrassed and grew even more uncomfortable, not knowing where to put his hands.
He habitually reached into his robes, only to come up empty-handed.
Su Qiao stared at him curiously. "What are you feeling for?"
"I... I can't find my medicine." Zhao Jingting began to panic.
There weren't many pills left, but if he used them sparingly, they could last at least ten days to half a month.
They were deep in the mountains now, and he couldn't just leave whenever he pleased. Where was he