Shen Liu took the box and placed it on the table. Lian Manman gazed at the intricately carved lacquer box, curious about its substantial size and what it might contain. However, Shen Liu did not open the box but instead used two long fingers to push the wooden box slightly toward Lian Manman.
What is it? Lian Manman looked at Shen Liu. Although she didn't voice her question, her eyes unmistakably inquired.
Shen Liu also remained silent, motioning with his eyes for Lian Manman to open it herself and take a look.
Lian Manman glanced at the wooden box, then at Shen Liu, not rushing to open it. What could Shen Liu be giving her? Lian Manman rested her chin on her hand, thinking.
Ever since meeting Shen Liu, the times he gave her gifts could be counted on one hand. Each occasion was rather "formal," a customary exchange. Although the gifts varied widely, from pieces of cloth, tea leaves, to gold and silver, none bore any personal touch.
