[When she died holding the bloody jade finger, she heard the sound of "Sister, walk slowly" still in her ears]
The sycamore leaves in the south of the old city of Nanjing fluttered on the bluestone, and Lin Zhixia knelt in the mess on the "Qingyu Pavilion" with a sweet smell in her throat.
The girl who always loved to hold her arm and call "Sister Xia Xia" was stepping on the back of her hand and threw the Ming Dynasty blue and white vase she was protecting with her life to the ground, "Isn't my sister the most precious thing about these scraps of metal?
Then I will send you to accompany them. "
When she opened her eyes again, she was standing at the spring tea banquet in 2018. The stepmother who had tricked her into handing over the ancestral mutton-fat jade pendant was smiling as she handed the tea, and the scent of green tea had already wrapped around her wrist: "Sister Xia Xia, this newly received jade bracelet, please help me see if it is genuine~"
As soon as the fingertips touched the cold jade bracelet, a scene that had never been seen in the previous life suddenly exploded. In the embroidery building a hundred years ago, the maid cried and stuffed the pair of blood-stained jade bracelets into the cracks in the wall.
Lin Zhixia raised her eyes and met Gu Chengyuan's dark eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
"Ms. Lin," he shook the auction notice in his hand, "someone offered 30 million to buy the painting "Fishing Alone on the Cold River" in your store. Do you want me to check the buyer's background for you?"
In this life, she will let the stepmother who lied to her kneel in the ancestral hall and cry her heart out, let the best friend who stabbed her appear on the spot at the treasure appraisal meeting, and let those who want to swallow up the capital of the South Antique Street of the Old City see the true power of "antique synesthesia".
