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    An’s gaze dropped to the thick jewelry magazine open in front of her. “Why the sudden deep dive into this? I remember this isn’t really your area of expertise.”


    “New challenges bring new opportunities. I don’t want to box myself in.”


    “Just don’t push yourself too hard. You haven’t eaten yet, have you? Come on, let’s grab something.”


    An’s tone was always easygoing, making conversations with him feel effortless.


    Rachel quickly got up, shutting down herputer before switching off the lights and grabbing her purse. “You’ve treated me plenty of times. Let me return the favor tonight.”


    “Sounds good!”


    They chatted andughed on their way to thepany entrance. The car was already waiting.


    As soon as they got in, An handed her a neatly wrapped gift, his voice as warm as ever. “I picked something up for my sister and saw this. It reminded me of you. Thought it’d be perfect for the colder weather—go on, open it.”


    Inside the gift box was a silk scarf.


    Rachel felt a bit embarrassed about always receiving gifts from An. Fortunately, she hade prepared this time.


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    “Thank you. I actually have a gift for you too,” she remarked lightly as she took out her present.


    An’s hands were quite striking, and as he reached for the gift, his long, tapered fingers looked even more mesmerizing.


    “Your hands would make any ring look stunning,” Rachel said before she could stop herself.


    “I don’t have a girlfriend yet, though,” An replied glibly. “So I don’t think rings are on the horizon for me just yet.”


    Rachel found herself giving it some serious thought. “Not necessarily. You could give hand modeling a shot. I’m sure it would highlight your best features.”


    “You have quite the imagination, huh?” There was a smile in An’s voice, and his eyes twinkled with affection.


    He was eager to open the gift, but out of courtesy, he still asked, “May I open it now?”


    “Go ahead. You can try it on and see if you like it.”


    ncing at the red velvet box, An was rather curious. He opened the box and found a brooch nestled inside. It was an antique-style gold brooch, adorned with a pearl and showcasing exquisite detail and craftsmanship. It was a dazzling piece, to be sure.


    An was taken aback. This gift waspletely unexpected. Most of his peers did wear brooches, but he rarely did. He found them cumbersome, and he was never really fond of such embellishments on his person.


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