The thrift shops on the old streets hide the wrinkles of time. When the copper bell rings softly, there are always stories flowing out along the wooden texture. Those rubbed beads and treasured jade are not cold objects, but tokens of time, wrapped in people's thoughts and hiding the warmth of time. This short collection uses pearls and jade as its bones and stories as its soul, recording the moments of encountering beads and the tenderness and bond hidden in those moments.
