Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 260

She thought she had braced herself, but the moment she saw what was inside, she realized she was woefully unprepared.

A faint scent of premium sandalwood drifted from the case. Resting on a bed of crimson silk brocade was an Heirloom Bangle, gleaming with quiet, understated brilliance.

Willow was no jewelry expert, but the flawless clarity and vibrant water-like translucence of the jade made it glaringly obvious that the piece was worth a small fortune.

She stared at Silas, utterly bewildered. She was so shocked she couldn't even form a sentence, using only her wide eyes to demand an explanation.

Silas didn't answer immediately. He just nodded toward the box. "Look closer."

Leaning in, Willow inspected the bangle. The jade was perfectly smooth, but tucked away on the inner curve—carved so shallowly that it only caught the light at the exact right angle—was a single character.

The name "Willow."

Did that mean this was actually for her?

"Do you like it?" Silas finally broke the silence.

This wasn't a matter of whether she liked it or not; it completely shattered her reality. A multi-million dollar heirloom casually handed over for absolutely no reason? How on earth was she supposed to repay a gesture like this?

Seeing the panic setting in, Silas swiftly cut off her rejection. "Don't refuse it just yet. I didn't buy this for you. My mother sent it."

"Your mother?" Willow was even more stunned. She had never even met the woman. "Why would she send me something like this?"

"I remember." It had only been a few days ago; there was no way she could forget. She just didn't understand what that had to do with a priceless jade bangle.

Silas continued smoothly. "My mother called me that night. So she knew you were the one keeping me company."

"And?"

Silas delivered the punchline with absolute conviction. "There's a tradition in Seattle. The person you spend New Year's Eve with must give you a gift. It ensures peace and good fortune for the other person in the coming year."

Willow frowned. "I lived in Seattle for three years. How have I never heard of this tradition?"

Silas didn't blink. Of course she hadn't heard of it—he had literally just invented it seconds ago. "It's perfectly normal that you haven't. Even I hadn't heard of it until recently. It's an old-school superstition that the older generation still clings to. My mother takes it very seriously. Or maybe my family is just incredibly peculiar. Either way, they care deeply about this custom."