Jing Yuan liked you. Though instead of being forthcoming with his blossoming feelings, he liked seeing you struggle to uncover his hidden motives - like now, for example.

"Think of it as thanks for your company." He muses, chin perched over his closed fist as his lips quirked upwards in slight amusement at your befuddled expression. "Just a token of my gratitude."

Who in their right mind gives their friend a golden ring adorned with the finest of gemstones that best suits their eyes?!