[Tomb Notes bg] Lost Notes

Nan Xing sat under the bergamot tree in the yard, looking at the birthday reminder on Weibo. If it wasn't for this reminder, she wouldn't even know it was her birthday.

Before the age of 20, she still looked forward to the moment when she opened the birthday present prepared by her parents every year.Now, she has long passed the age of being keen on celebrating birthdays.

In the past, several birthdays were spent in the woods. I don’t remember the days in the mountains, but I only remember that I have been in for a few days, so when I go out, my birthday has already passed.Under that kind of pressure, this kind of thing really can't care.

After this year's leisure, seeing this day, her thoughts just paused for a second. One year older may be a relatively important time node for others, but for the Zhang family, it is probably the second of life. One sound.

Just as she was thinking wildly, she heard Zhang Qiling sit down on the chair beside her.

"Give me your hand." He said softly.

Nan Xing passed his hand over with some doubts.

Zhang Qiling took out a bracelet and put it on her wrist for her.

This is obviously Tibetan-style jewelry, but it is different from ordinary Tibetan jewelry.

Most Tibetan jewelry is made of red dzi beads, red agate, red rosin stone and red coral, but this one is not any of these materials.

Nan Xing has also done some research on gemstones. She took a closer look and found that this is a very rare organic gemstone containing metal components. It doesn't have an official name yet, but there is a conventional name, moonstone.

The red moonstone perfectly matches her fair and slender wrist, and the brilliance of the gemstone complements the soft light reflected from her skin.

If she guessed right, this should be the bracelet left by Zhang Qiling's mother. One can imagine the significance of this gift.

"This gift is too precious..." She raised her eyes to look at him, and the touch and tenderness in her heart turned into soft and clear eyes.

"You are worth it." He lowered his eyes, focusing on her face.

Nan Xing leaned his head lightly on Zhang Qiling's shoulder, and murmured, "I don't even have a decent return gift that I can offer."

"You have," Zhang Qiling reached out to wrap her in his arms, "and it's a family heirloom."

"What is it?" Nan Xing raised his head from his arms, what heirloom?Why doesn't she know?

Zhang Qiling didn't answer, just looked at her with a half-smile, his pupils as dark as lacquer were shining with a clear luster, and her figure was in his eyes.

Nan Xing looked at him, waited for a while, and finally realized what he meant, his face was instantly stained with pink like peach petals.