"Xiaoyu, I just noticed your brooch is quite unique and rather exquisite. Where did you buy it? I want one too," Xu Chengjin said, turning the brooch over in his hands to examine it closely.
"Pretty, isn't it? You won't be able to buy one. This was made especially for me by Yiyi," Xiaoyu replied with a triumphant tone, tapping the base of the pin. "My name, 'Qiyu,' is engraved right here."
He rubbed his thumb back and forth over the engraved characters. Every single stroke had been carved by her own hands with a knife—shallow, but filled with silver liquid. It was bright, beautiful, and he loved it.
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