Hayley Cole wanted to speak, but found that the muscles on her face were so stiff that they wouldn't follow her brain's commands, and her lips were as if glued together, unable to open.
She moved her neck, only to hear the creaking sound of what seemed like rusted vertebrae.
The air was silent for what could have been a few seconds, or perhaps several centuries, anyway, everyone else was so shocked they were petrified, except for Sophie Wilson, the person involved, who looked as if nothing had happened, smiled at Old Mr. Seymour and asked, "Grandpa, do you like this birthday gift?"
Old Mr. Seymour opened his mouth, uttering a dull, "Ah."
"As long as Grandpa likes it," Sophie Wilson said with such ease, as if she had given away a piece of paper, rather than a unique piece of Fortune and Longevity jadeite.
