Ye Muyu blinked her eyes and took another bite of the bun. With food in her mouth, her voice was muffled: "Well, Ziluo, the sachet is quite personal. If others find out you're giving it to Zhongjin, it might spread unfavorable gossip."
"I know you've been close since childhood, but others might not see it that way." Ye Muyu said softly.
Chu Ziluo was aware of this, but she felt guilty, and besides, she had already agreed to it yesterday.
"Mother, I understand what you're saying, and I've thought it through carefully. Brother Zhongjin's sachet was given to him by the abbot master when he was young, and it was blessed in the temple."
"He's kept it all these years, surely because of its commemorative significance. I looked at the stitching, and I can replicate it completely. It actually looks somewhat like mine. Would you like to see it first?" Chu Ziluo explained softly, looking at Ye Muyu without daring to push, always seeking her opinion.
