Sophie Wilson turned to Charles Seymour and asked, "Does Grandpa like to wear or play with those things?"
Charles Seymour shook his head, "Not really."
Especially as he gets older, if sothing were to get chipped or damaged, Grandpa would be distressed.
After all, this represents Sophie’s sentints; if it were truly broken, Grandpa would surely feel upset.
"Then let’s choose an ornant," Sophie Wilson quickly decided.
"Alright, miss, all the ornants are over here." The saleslady smiled, leading Sophie Wilson and Charles Seymour to the adjacent counter.
One must admit that the items in the Lingzhu Jade Store are indeed quite beautiful. Despite not considering herself to have a very strong aesthetic sense, Sophie could feel a certain liveliness in the carvings of those ornants; truly, they were exquisitely crafted.
"Rest assured, you two, all our products at Lingzhu Jade Store are handmade, not mass-produced by machines," the saleslady proudly stated, "Each ornant is unique; there are absolutely no duplicates."
After looking at these ornants, Sophie Wilson asked, "Is the second floor better?"
"Yes, the quality of the jade on the second floor is superior, all crafted by master carvers," confird the saleslady.
"Let’s go to the second floor then," Sophie turned to seek Charles Seymour’s opinion.
Naturally, Charles Seymour had no objections.
He could afford the items here, after all.
The saleslady led Sophie Wilson and Charles Seymour upstairs, introducing them one by one.
One must admit, the items on the second floor were indeed better than those on the first. They were so stunning that it made one want to take them all ho.
However... Sophie Wilson frowned slightly, always feeling that these ornants lacked a certain sothing, not quite what she was looking for.
Sophie Wilson asked, "Are all the store’s ornants here?"
"Yes, miss," the saleslady confird.
Sophie pursed her lips, feeling sowhat dissatisfied.
"Didn’t see anything you like?" Charles Seymour, naturally understanding Sophie’s mindset, asked, "Why not look at other items? It doesn’t have to be an ornant."
"That works," Sophie Wilson nodded, not forcing the issue; there were indeed many other great items.
Just as Sophie Wilson walked towards another counter and looked up, she suddenly noticed an independent showcase under the counter’s light displaying an ornant.
The entire ornant was composed of green, red, and purple colors, about the size of a basketball. The key was that it was splendidly transparent, the colors incredibly bright and pure, with the rich hues complenting yet not affecting each other, remarkably harmonious.
The key was that the ornant’s carved flowers and auspicious clouds were extraordinarily lively, making it soothing to the heart.
At first glance, Sophie Wilson couldn’t move. For so reason, her heart skipped a beat, and she inexplicably fell in love with this ornant, truly wishing she could take it ho imdiately.
"I want this!" Sophie Wilson declared firmly.
When she spoke, her gaze was fixed on the ornant, naturally not noticing the saleslady’s troubled expression.
Hearing Sophie Wilson’s words, the saleslady was about to respond when soone else spoke first.
"This piece is called ’Miss’; it conveys both the longing for relatives in one’s hotown and the joy of eventual reunion," Ophelia Wilson slowly approached, gazing at ’Miss’ with great appreciation.
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