"So, this jade belongs to him." Wan'er lowered her head, reached into her neck, slowly took off the jade, held it in her palm, and extended it to the old man. "In that case, I should return it to you."
“No, young lady.” The old man took two steps back and shook his head, “Now the Spirit Jade is yours. On behalf of my Mo’er, I entrust it to you…”
"Entrust it to me? How can this be?" Wan'er was so frightened by the old man's words that she could hardly speak, but the old man's expression was serious and he did not seem to be joking.
According to what the old man just said, this spirit jade is definitely no ordinary item. If that's the case, how can it be given away so easily?
I was just confused for a moment when I put it on, and now that the owner has appeared, it should be returned to its rightful owner.
Wan'er sighed, remaining frozen in place, and lifted the spirit jade with both hands...
The old man said no more, but simply raised his hand, and the silver rope tied to Lingyu flew up into the air with a "whoosh!" and skillfully put it back around Wan'er's neck.
“Young lady, look, the spirit jade recognizes its master. If it didn’t like you, it would never stay obediently on you.” The old man’s brows relaxed as he spoke, and he nodded gently. “By wearing it, you are actually protecting my grandson. This is your destined fate. If you don’t believe me, you can try and see if you can take it off.”
"Fate?" Upon hearing these two words, Wan'er's pretty face flushed crimson. She lowered her head slightly, slowly raised her hands, and reached out to hold the thin rope. However, for some reason, the rope, which seemed as thin as a silver chain, slipped as soon as it touched her hand and she couldn't grasp it...
"From now on, I'm entrusting Blue Cat to you. Take good care of him; everything will be alright." Seeing the scene before him, the old man nodded slightly, gave Wan'er a meaningful look, pursed his lips, and suddenly raised the silver staff in his hand...
With a loud "thud!", one end of the silver cane struck the ground, and the old man called out, "You should go back too!"
"Sizzle!" A flash of silver light appeared, a gust of wind suddenly arrived, the old man's image vanished, and Wan'er's body was also suddenly thrown into the air...
"Grandpa!" Covered in cold sweat, Wan'er suddenly opened her eyes, her hands raised in the air.
It turned out to be a dream, but the dream was so real and bizarre.
Wan'er's heart skipped a beat. Recalling the scene in her dream, she raised her hand and touched her neck. Her fingers touched a smooth silver rope. After several attempts, she still couldn't lift the silver rope...
Could everything I encountered in my dream have been real?
The curtains opposite were drawn tightly, making the bedroom somewhat dark. Wan'er slowly got up, feeling refreshed. She sighed, got out of bed, put on her slippers, and walked slowly to the window. She reached out and pulled back the curtains, instantly brightening the room...
The view outside the window is still the same as before, but something feels different.
Little Prince, if you really come back, I will never throw you away again.
"Wan'er, I've made porridge again today, let me feed you. Honestly, you've been lying there in a daze for two days now. It's just a cat, isn't it? You gave it away yourself, how could you..."
As the half-open door opened, Su Mei appeared in the doorway, holding a bowl of cooked porridge. When she saw Wan'er standing by the window, she seemed a little surprised, and the bowl in her hand wobbled, almost spilling onto the ground.
"Wan'er," seeing that Wan'er was not moving, Su Mei carefully approached, walked behind Wan'er, and gently patted Wan'er's shoulder...
Wan'er still didn't turn around, as if she didn't sense her arrival.
Could it be...?
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