"Let's head home now." Yang Feng guided her in the direction of the double French doors. A thin, flowy curtain attached on either side of it weightlessly blew. It was like an illusion, for the second the curtains rested, they were gone.
Zhao Lifei's wrist felt oddly warm. It wasn't a suffocating kind, but one that calmed the iciness of her fingertips. She glanced down and realized there was nothing there except for the bracelet.
"My grandmother failed to mention the jadeite used to make the bracelet was found in an eruptive volcano a long time ago. Due to how well it was preserved, it might feel warm to the touch. If you don't like that, we can have a protective layer of coating upon it."
"No, it's fine. I like the warmth. My hands get cold easily."
