"This box, you made it, didn't you?" Forsythia asked.
The little creatures shyly nodded again.
Forsythia cradled the packaging box and 'tsk tsk' praised it.
Gem Atkinson had his bodyguard send the portrait back to the car, while he held Forsythia's hand and continued to stroll forward. The man was tall and handsome, the woman petite and glamorous—even on the streets of a foreign land, the two of them still attracted countless second glances.
As they wandered, they came upon a street dominated by jewelry shops.
Most of the jewelry here was processed and made on-site, and visitors could also ask the sellers to add some preferred elements according to their own taste. Depending on the materials used, there were cheap, mid-range, and high-end pieces available. Because they were all made on the spot, the designs could truly be said to be one of a kind.
