Gu Qiaoqiao picked up the bracelet and gently swayed it...
With each sway, it seemed as if even the air around it was tinged with a pink halo.
The young girl's cool voice slowly rose in the hall, "This is the pearl that my grandfather raised in the Jade Flute for Great Grandma when he was ten, and now it's been over fifty years, the white pearl has turned pink..."
At this point, Gu Qiaoqiao paused, looking at Gu Yajing, word by word, "You're right, this is a birthday gift, but, it was the birthday gift my grandfather gave to my Great Grandma!"
Everyone's eyes incredulously turned towards the pearl bracelet in Gu Qiaoqiao's hand.
That pink glow, like peach blossoms blooming in April.
Such a beautiful color.
And yet, why does it feel so mystical?
But, for some reason, a sense of heartache was spreading...
This was actually a pearl that the Old Patriarch's son had started raising when he was ten?
And it was raised inside the Jade Flute.
