The air was heavy with stagnation.
The shopkeeper's eyelids twitched.
He had seen people give gifts before, but never seen anyone describe gifting a coffin with such refreshing elegance.
Cui Yun, too, was not overly surprised. He did not even show a hint of anger; instead, he scrutinized Shen Hua, trying to see something in her eyes.
But the girl's eyes were pure and clear.
The man's typically indifferent expression softened to reveal a faint, almost imperceptible smile; light, yet it shed the aloofness and added a touch of warmth and tenderness.
"Miss Shen, you've gone to great expense," he said.
Shen Hua: "Think nothing of it!"
She even displayed rare enthusiasm: "If there's anything you wish to change, just discuss it with the craftsman."
Cui Yun's deep gaze lingered, yet he cooperatively mused over the matter.
"There's no need for the Luminous Pearl. Should I pass away, just have the craftsman retrieve the Vajra Bodhi Bracelet from my wrist and adorn it atop."
