The ring was a circular band, about half a little fingernail thick, glowing red all over. Even in the dim light of late night, its radiant crimson gleam was still visible. Tilted slightly toward the burning candle, it became a completely translucent red ring, its magnificent color so unreal that a single glance left an unforgettable impression.
"Is this your ring?" Zeng Mu asked, holding up the Red Ring.
Yenaier nodded. "Yes. As you can see, it's a ring made of ruby. My uncle gave me this Red Ring many years ago."
"Then I can't accept it. It's too precious."
As he spoke, he reached out to return the ring, but she interrupted him. "Keep it. I used to be its owner. Now you're its new owner."
Zeng Mu was still reluctant, but the seriousness in her eyes made him realize she would give him no room to refuse. After some internal struggle, he had no choice but to accept the precious ruby ring.
His gaze fell on the pot on the table. Holding his palm over it, he felt a warm current of air. Its contents were obvious, confirming his earlier guess.
"Isn't this rather precious?" He felt a little overwhelmed by the kindness.
"It's nothing. We didn't use much anyway. There's still more than half left, enough for the others who need it."
She added, "Actually, Lingya was supposed to come. She cooked this herself, but you know how it is-she couldn't win the argument with me, so I brought it over personally. The unfortunate part is that it took a little too long, leaving you hungry until now. But you should understand the drawbacks of cooking it for less time."
"Yes, good things naturally need longer to cook," he said.
"If there's nothing else, I'll be going,