Anya’s Thoughtfulness

Old Master Yang tottered up the stairs and after he dismissed his butler, he seemed ten years older. He kneeled down on the floor in agony, hugged his head, and sobbed.

"Xiaoyue…"

The curtains of the study room were drawn back and the moonlight shone on the old man, embellishing a layer of gloom on him, desperate and lonely.

The low-pitched sobs sounded very heartbreaking.

Old Master Yang only stopped after a while. He opened the safe box in the study room and carefully took out a delicate box with flower carvings on it.

He opened the box while trembling. It was a Rose Tear necklace.

The necklace had been around for a few decades as the chain seemed to be yellowed and the luster of the gem was not uniformed. The gem was a synthetic gem that was not precious and it could be noticed that the materials were very coarse.

The design was the same as the Rose Tear that Ye Chen designed. Even the rose on the gem looked the same.