Na’er Xiu initially thought she would be happy, but the joy on her face lasted only a few seconds before vanishing. Her lips returned to a calm curve, and that calmness was terrifying. The coldness on her fair and delicate face had deepened.
As she placed a handful of clay back into the crate, she suddenly stood up and looked at him, saying in a flat tone, "So, you intend to use this easily obtainable clay to buy my forgiveness, is that it?"
Na’er Xiu's throat tightened. He did want to earn her forgiveness, but saying it out loud felt wrong in some way, though he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.
"I..." He furrowed his brow, unsure of what to say, so he decided to be direct. "What else do you want? Anything you desire, I'll do my best to obtain it for you."
"No need," she replied with flat tone.