I looked at the bracelet on my wrist, which was given by uncle Link when I was formally recognized as his family. I rarely wore it before, but I saw it days ago and wore it because I thought it was beautiful.
I didn’t know too much about jewelry, so I could only judge from what it looks like.
Hearing her words, I could not believe it and said, “It’s impossible! Are you kidding me?”
Wasn’t it an antique if it really worth hundreds of millions of dollars?
She gave me a blank look and told me, “The bracelet was produced in the Tang Dynasty. A hundred years ago, when the domestic war was subsided, a member of the royal family sold it to Victor Kennedy, who was a general then, for survival. Victor loved his wife and gave the bracelet to her. With the development of our country, the bracelet should be given to the museum. However, considering the contributions of the Kennedy family to the development of our country, the bracelet was kept in the Kennedy family and was passed from generation to generation. It should be passed on to the daughter-in-law of the Kennedy family. Link is really generous.”
I didn’t know the background of the bracelet, or I won’t accept it.
I touched the bracelet and smiled, without saying too much.
Folly’s phone rang and she went to answer it. I stood in the mall and looked around, feeling a little stifling.
There weren’t such stores in HL Area, where many of the vendors would sell in the alley. I could buy everything I want by going through the alley.
Then Folly handed me her phone and snickered, “Someone wants to talk to you.”
Feeling a little doubted, I answered the phone, “Hello?”
“It’s me.” someone said. “Dennis?” I asked.
Dennis smiled, “Why is your phone off? I asked Miss. Folly and she said you were only wearing a thin coat. Are you cold?”
Maybe he was the only one who would care about me in such degree.
Seeing Folly smiling at me, I was a little embarrassed, “My phone was dead so it turned off. I’m not cold. Then air condition in the mall was on.”
Dennis said, “Okay, then I’ll pick you up later. You can buy anything you want and I’ll pay for you.”
I wanted to smile, but realizing that Folly was looking at me, I stopped, “Okay, see you later!”
Handing the phone back to Folly, I said, “Thanks.”
Folly put her phone away, shrugged her shoulders, and bristled, "It feels like I'm being forced to witness your love."
I smiled and didn’t say anything.
Suddenly, Folly said, “Clara, Dennis really loves you.”
I didn’t know why she said so, so I turned to look at her.
She said, “I saw him three years ago when he was walking out of the W Town. He was drunk and was carrying the bottle in his hand. Looking at Bernice, he burst into tears and called your name again and again, begging you not to go. Bernice was not like you but eyes at that time.”
She stopped talking, as if she was remembering the scene.
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