The dark purple glazed ring was crystal clear and smooth to the touch. If you looked closely, you could see the fine patterns inside, adorned with frosty white, resembling the branches of a pine tree after a heavy snowfall.
A red silk thread was tied to the ring, and it appeared to have been used as a necklace, hanging around the neck of a tiny infant.
Holding back tears for a long time, Qin Yuji looked up and asked Old Lady Qin, "Grandma, is there anything else? Did anyone from the orphanage mention anything about me, or about them?"
With nothing but this glazed ring, trying to find her birth parents who abandoned her at the orphanage twenty years ago was like finding a needle in a haystack. Qin Yuji wanted to gather as many clues as possible.
