Song Hui smiled weakly, thinking of saying something, but eventually settled on: “Thank me for what? This is what I ought to do.”
He had saved Ah Luo, but hadn’t saved Ah Zheng. That wasn’t something worth getting thanked for. At that time, Wei Zheng’s situation had been more dangerous, but why hadn’t he rescued Wei Zheng first?
After some deliberation, Song Hui supposed it was because Wei Luo had been nearer to him, so he’d done it subconsciously, without thinking too much.
Song Hui lowered his head, meeting Wei Luo’s sparkling black large eyes, his heart couldn’t help going soft. Taking something from within his sleeve, it was actually the silver longevity locket with blue butterflies that Ah Luo had wagered earlier. He placed it around her neck with a somewhat helpless look, “This longevity locket is what I gave you on your birthday last year as a present, how could you take it down for a bet? Granted you had wagered it, but it wasn’t even for my win. Doesn’t Ah Luo have any confidence in big brother Song Hui?”
Wei Luo blinked her eyes bewildered. She had entirely forgotten about the locket’s origins. Every year, she’d receive so many gifts for her birthday, enough to get dizzy. How could she possibly remember each one? In addition, Song Hui had said it was last year’s gift. Though it was last year, it had been quite a long time since then in her memories. She simply couldn’t recall it. When she went out today, it was Jin Lu who had told her to wear the locket. If Song Hui hadn’t mentioned it, she still wouldn’t have known.
Wei Luo traced the longevity locket, explaining rationally: “I knew big brother Song Hui would win, so I wagered on third elder brother. If I had also wagered on big brother Song Hui, no one would have bet on third elder brother’s win. Third elder brother would have surely felt sad.”
Song Hui hadn’t expected that she had put so much thought into this. Pleased, he smiled and said: “So it was like that. Our Ah Luo is very sensible.”