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An empty slot was revealed in the middle.
Inside lay a row of pearls with a round, lustrous color, a faint rose pink, glistening with a soft and beautiful sheen under the light.
They were uniform in size, eighteen in total.
On one side of the pearls was a neatly folded square of rice paper.
Gu Qiaoqiao's heart skipped a beat as she carefully took out the rice paper.
This slip of paper must have been here for decades, preserved well thanks to the nearly vacuum-like environment.
Gu Qiaoqiao unfolded it little by little.
The few words written inside immediately moistened her eyes.
It was a gift that could never be personally delivered, perhaps the intended recipient would also never be able to receive it.
It was a birthday gift from her grandfather to her mother, carved when he was ten years old.
It was said that if pearls were nurtured in a jade container for three years, their color would change.
It would become somewhat like the color of peach blossoms.
