"Do you believe jade possesses a spirit?"
He Qing was still holding a jade bracelet when this question suddenly sprang up beside her. If she hadn't been so experienced, the bracelet might have dropped from her trembling hand by now.
She carefully placed the bracelet she had been playing with back onto the velvet pad and looked up to see a middle-aged woman with a haggard and weathered face standing beside her. The woman's attire was quite stylish, but at that moment, her eyes blankly stared at the lustrous bracelets in the display case with a stagnant gaze, unnervingly intense.
— What's going on?
