The diamond necklace clattered to the floor. It took three seconds for Shen Binglan to snap out of her stupor. She bent her lithe waist and reached out with delicate, slender fingers to touch the floor, heedless of the dust.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she gathered the diamonds one by one. Her expression remained composed, and she said nothing, but a tear uncontrollably slid down her cheek, landing on the diamonds in her palm and reflecting a brilliant, shimmering light.
Shen Binglan had cultivated a heart as cold as ice since she was a child; she had never imagined that one day she would be unable to stop herself from crying.
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