The Luofu Artisanship Commission.
Yingxing stared unblinkingly at the sandpaper in Jingliu's hand, holding his breath in concentration. When he saw that his friend had deliberately held back her strength, neither tearing the sandpaper nor grinding the rare materials into powder, he let out a tremendous sigh of relief.
"All right. It's finished," he said, sounding utterly weathered.
Heaven only knew how he had survived the past half month!
Ever since Yingxing had returned to the Luofu, he had not had a moment's peace.
First came someone from Xuling, splashing out two hundred million to have Yingxing repair a broken sword. Before he could finish repairing that sword, which had shattered into fragments, Jingliu came looking for him.
After hearing Jingliu's plans, Yingxing was quite surprised. Then he thought about it again. It was Jingliu, after all. That explained everything.
She was his friend, after all. Even if Jingliu was a woman, she was no ordinary woman. Naturally, her actions and ideas were different from everyone else's.
Add in the fact that Jingliu's other half had once been Yingxing's dream client, and it became even easier to understand.
When Xianyu commissioned a hairpin from Yingxing, he had been lavish with his money. A single transfer was enough for an ordinary family to live extravagantly.
In private, Xianyu must have prepared even more valuable gifts for Jingliu.
There was an enormous gulf between their financial means. Xianyu might not think anything of it, but Jingliu might not be able to accept it.
Yingxing knew his friends. They all had their own pride.
Someone else might accept expensive gifts without a qualm, but this was Jingliu.
It was only natural that Jingliu would rack her brains over a gift to give her other half in return, then come to Yingxing for help.