Lu Xiaoyou handed the red velvet pouch in her hand to Bai Dongye, who dumped the contents out.
There was a gray stone that looked unremarkable; a ruby ring of average craftsmanship, with the ruby being cloudy and slightly cracked, making it questionable whether it could even be called a ruby.
Only someone as clueless as Jian An'an would think of treasuring such a ring.
Bai Dongye held an antique pocket watch, its surface covered with verdigris, his fingers gently caressing the watch's surface.
He opened the pocket watch; its clock hands had long stopped. On the other side of the watch was a photo so faded and blurred from age that it was impossible to recognize the person in it.
Bai Dongye stared at the photo on the pocket watch, not so much inspecting as reminiscing.
"Mr. Bai?" Lu Xiaoyou's voice brought Bai Dongye back to reality.
Bai Dongye packed all the items back into the pouch and returned it to Lu Xiaoyou, "I'm done checking. Keep them safe."
