Gong Shuoxu squatted in the drafty wing, twirling the wick with his fingers.
Half an inch shorter.
He clicked his tongue and blew out the lamp. The moonlight filtered in through the broken window lattice, shining right on the pile of odds and ends on the table - all left by his short-lived father.
"It's just stuff that takes up space." He muttered and started rummaging through.
A chipped pottery bowl is worth less than three cents. A bald brush would be too smokey to burn as firewood. Half a dry ink stick...
His fingers suddenly touched a warm object.
It's a jade pendant.
It was dusty and poorly carved, like something worth five or two copper plates on a stall. Gong Falcon held it up to the moonlight and looked at it, thinking that if he went to the pawn shop tomorrow, he might be able to get ten cents out of it.
The moment the moonlight fell on the surface of the jade pendant, a sudden change occurred.
The jade pendant actually melted like water and seeped into his palm along the seams of his fingers!
