The raindrops hit the window, like countless tiny fingers tapping lightly on the glass. Yu Zian put down the magnifying glass in his hand and rubbed his sore eyes. There was only the dim light of the desk lamp in the office, which shone on the bronze Buddha statue in front of him, reflecting a strange luster.
The phone vibrated, and an unfamiliar number appeared on the screen. Yu Zian hesitated for a moment and swiped to answer.
"Zian, it's me." A familiar yet unfamiliar female voice came from the other end of the phone, with a hint of imperceptible trembling.
"Zhou Rui?" Yu Zian frowned. He was surprised by the sudden call from an old classmate he hadn't contacted for seven years after graduating from college.
"I need your help." Zhou Rui's voice was very low, as if he was afraid of being heard, "I found some antiques in Wuyin Town, but I'm not sure whether they are authentic or not. You are an expert in this field..."
