Gu Jiaojiao cheekily stepped forward, lifted Leng Yuan's arm to measure it, and wove a bracelet on the spot.
"There, it's done. This is my gift to you. I'm telling you, this is a classic case of 'it's the thought that counts.' The meaning behind this gift is really wonderful."
She personally put it on Leng Yuan's wrist, her expression earnest, as if her seriousness alone could somehow make the cheap red string seem more valuable.
Leng Yuan looked at the red string on his arm and toyed with it, thinking 'the symbolism really is wonderful.'
Yue Lao's red string was not to be given away lightly; giving it to someone meant you were bound to them for life. Leng Yuan definitely liked that.
When Gu Jiaojiao saw that he wasn't angry and was, in fact, smiling, she felt an even deeper sense of guilt.
'I have to prepare a proper, grand gift for my husband some other day,' she thought. 'He was won over by a single red string. He's far too easy to please.'
