Nangong Bing praised the texture of the Star Ring more than once throughout the entire morning.
Her cold and beautiful face was already beaming with intense joy.
Especially the pattern on the ring, which was designed according to her requirements—classical yet grand.
Plus, the tiny Golden Line Dragon at the center of the ring made it exceptionally beautiful.
However, Nangong Bing still thought of one issue. These days, the emerald had flickered several times, but she didn't know what it meant. She showed it to Lin Zifeng, but he couldn't figure it out either.
Now she could only wear the Star Ring and imagine it herself…
In the afternoon, Lin Zifeng went to the East District of Zhonghai. After chatting with Zhang Mengjie and her sister for a bit, he found his silly little sister, Lin Chuqing.
He had promised to treat her illness, but so many days had passed that he nearly forgot about his sister. He felt like he was a pretty lousy brother.
