Although it was to be expected, and everyone knew it was only logical, the thought of a chest of precious antiques being used to hold water or vegetables, or even accidentally shattered into pieces by some careless children, left everyone feeling oppressively gloomy, with a frustration that found no outlet for release.
These magnificent treasures, bearing the wisdom and historical heritage of the ancients, should not be so wantonly squandered; it was a blatant waste of heavenly gifts...
But who could be blamed? Even Xie Daoyuan himself couldn't clearly say whom to blame.
"Sir, I'd like to ask your wife a few questions, if that's convenient for you?"
Huo Sining too felt regret, but then she thought, since this bowl was a dowry from the old man's father-in-law to his daughter, perhaps she could uncover some clues from the old man's wife and family.
To Huo Sining's words, the old man only gave a bitter smile: "Girl, my wife has been gone for many years."
