The cool autumn breeze blew across the campus of Haijing Normal University, already turning the leaves of the parasol trees a distinct yellow.
The moment Xu Donggui saw the tortoiseshell, he fell in love with it.
It was the size of an adult's palm, warm and yellow in color, and perhaps because it had been handled for so long, its surface had become smooth and lustrous. At first glance, it looked like those top-quality jade stones.
Its back was covered with irregular lines, crisscrossing like the trajectory of fate, exuding a mysterious and strange beauty.
"Does it seem to be conveying some kind of message?"
Xu Donggui felt that these lines resembled some type of language, carrying some kind of revelation, much like the oracle bone scripts.
Once the tortoiseshell was in his hands, a warm sensation immediately spread from his palm.
Xu Donggui subconsciously clenched it.
So comfortable!
So desirable!
