"Now, what is this necklace?" She hooked her lip and asked, "Can I open my eyes now, Major Xing?"
"Yes."
In his light laughter, Lian Qiao opened her eyes and immediately looked at her chest, her gaze sticking fast—
The necklace hanging in front of her swayed gently, unmistakably the same bullet necklace that she had lost, an exact replica of the bullet necklace.
The six-year-old object made her nostrils tingle with acidity.
After the sourness came sweetness, and more than that, surprise.
Today, far too many surprises, to the point where she felt she could hardly express herself with words anymore.
"Brother Huo..."
Calling his name, her lips slightly parted with a silly smile, her slender fingertips gripping it tightly, she looked for a good while before asking, "Is it still the same one?"
"Yes."
Mister Xing's eyes just starting to show joy, he affirmed with certainty, paused for a moment, and then suddenly laughed again, "Strictly speaking, it isn't anymore."
