Xiang Yun looked up in surprise, "What are you doing?"
Mo Zili said with a gentle smile, "You are my wife, and I haven't bought you a gift yet. I personally picked out this set of jewelry for you. Do you like it?"
Xiang Yun lowered her head to look at the exquisite pink pearl headdress. For some reason, she thought of Du Wanqing's purple orchid jade jewelry, and a surge of resentment welled up inside her. She snapped the box closed and handed it back, saying coldly, "Keep this to give to someone else; I don't like it!"
Mo Zili, who was smiling at the corners of his mouth, expecting to see her delighted like a little girl, had not anticipated such a reaction. He didn't take the box, instead he said in stunned disappointment, "These are the latest designs from Zhenbao Pavilion, you don't like them?"
"Yes, I don't like them," said Xiang Yun indifferently.
A trace of disappointment crossed Mo Zili's face, and he forced a smile, "Tell me what you like, and I will go buy it for you."
