The Game helmet flickered continuously, seemingly trying to convey something.
...
Finally, the colorful light gradually faded, and the necklace returned to its ordinary state, becoming a plain platinum necklace with a shiny diamond dangling at the end, reflecting brilliant light under the illumination.
As for the material, it was certainly not Mithril.
Instead, it was an extraordinary material she was completely unfamiliar with.
A gentle touch came from her neck as if her soul was being cleansed.
Han Xiaoyue couldn't help blushing, like a ripe red apple, her head slightly lowered in a shy manner.
At last, she stepped forward and gave Wang Hao a tight hug.
"You're still the best, big cousin!"
...
"Look at you, so naive!" Wang Hao felt a bit of sour joy from the hug and smelled a faint hint of lemon.
Young girls are great.
But if Han Xiaoyue were in her seventies or eighties and still like this... it wouldn't matter, he would still give her gifts.
