"Stop! That's..." Gu Xici's pupils shrank. It was the large Yuan blue and white jar that Grandpa loved most during his lifetime. Although it was a highly imitated handicraft from the past, it was a thought left by the old man.
Clang——!
The crisp sound of breaking porcelain exploded in the small store.
Blue and white porcelain pieces scattered in all directions, exploding like a rainstorm.
