"I haven't seen it, but it seems like I've come across it somewhere else." Mo Huasong stated.
Today at the Hong family's, he saw Hong Yaxuan taking a bath. She had something on her neck that resembled half a piece of jade.
The item was whitish yellow. He wondered if it was the half jade that Gu Chen talked about.
It was unusual for jade to be halved. Fullness and completion are the principle aspects of jade, whether it's circular or square, there are never any missing parts.
At the time, Hong Yaxuan's piece of jade hung upfront her chest, a sight that Mo Huasong found hard to forget.
Thinking of Hong Yaxuan's body, his blood surged again and he felt his passion ignite.
"Huasong, don't overthink it. The jade is meant to provide a little comfort. What it brings—be it luck or coincidence—doesn't matter." Gu Chen tried to comfort Mo Huasong.
Mo Huasong nodded, choosing not to say anything.
"What happened during the operation in which my father died?" Mo Huasong asked.
