Fu Siyu spoke and took off his watch from his left wrist, then put on the wooden bracelet that Shu Wan had given him.
Considering Fu Siyu might not fancy flashy styles, Shu Wan had specifically chosen a sandalwood color, with subtle, cracked patterns that resembled the coiling tail of a dragon, understated with an ineffable elegance.
It somehow matched Fu Siyu's aura perfectly, and his commanding presence made the handmade bracelet seem like haute couture.
"Looks good," Shu Wan complimented without making it clear whether she was praising him or the bracelet.
"Take care on your way," Fu Siyu, with a slight lift in his eyebrows, told Shu Wan, "Send me a message once you get there."
"Okay."
The weather in Bruce today was as gloomily overcast as ever, the cold wind biting, fluttering the edge of their coats, overlapping the fabric of Fu Siyu's and Shu Wan's garments.
Shu Wan wrapped her coat a bit tighter around herself, "Well then, I'm off."
