Nian Shutong looked at Fu Yunhe, a bracelet lying in the palm of his hand.
The bracelet consisted of twenty-one small stones, each stone shaped into an irregular form, smoothed and polished, but most importantly, each stone was of a different color.
But the colors were not the plain red, yellow, blue, or green; even the materials were significantly varied.
Indigo, pine green, crab green, slate blue, cinnabar red, frost white, pinkish purple, dark purple.
A variety of unexpected colors clashed together, seamlessly blending into one another. And the irregular shapes, each nestled next to another, fit together perfectly, shedding their sharp edges.
Linked from beginning to end, they formed a circular bracelet that wouldn't hurt the hand.
Leaving aside the stones, just the irregular shape and circular design alone made it clear that the creator of the bracelet had a unique vision and had put their heart into it.
