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Their conversation, surrounded by
the fragrance of eight-treasure porridge and the warmth of shared stories, was a moment of
the
connection between two souls from different generations, bound by artistry of jewelry and the
complexities of love.
Vivienne nodded, visibly moved.noveldrama
The elderly woman smiled, though her smile was tinged with regret. “Dear, cherish the one who treats you well. For some, a true love only comes once in a lifetime.”
The image of Percival’s handsome
face came to Vivienne’s mind, his
features lighting up with a sweet
smile. “He treats me well, too. I won’t
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be leaving him. And thank you for your advice on choosing an engagement ring today.”
“I guess he was your first love?”
The old woman’s expression froze momentarily then softened. “You guessed right. Once it’s gone, it’s gone. But back then, I didn’t understand. Despite everything we’d been through, I couldn’t fathom how he could firmly refuse to get back together. And even after pursued him for years, he never looked back.”
Vivienne, munching on her hand-held pie and sipping on her eight-treasure porridge, mumbled, “Did you ever get married then?”
The woman chuckled, shaking her head, her tone growing somber. “I met many men afterward, all different kinds. But none of them were the one my heart truly yearned for.”
Percy, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, guided Vivienne to a quaint little boutique, where a display of fluffy, bunny-eared headbands caught their attention. The pure white, velvet headband, with its cute upright ears, looked like something out of a fairy tale, designed to charm and delight.
Grabbing one, Percy turned to Vivienne, his eyes glimmering with amusement.
Vivienne, however, was unimpressed. “Not my style,” she said curtly, already moving to explore the rest of the shop.
Percy caught her wrist gently, his voice light and teasing, “I bet Isolde would adore this. I’ll get it for her.”
A flush crept up Vivienne’s cheeks, her embarrassment palpable. “You’re becoming quite the joker,” she remarked, half-annoyed, half-amused.
Percy just ruffled her hair affectionately and steered her through the maze of the shop.
Next, he picked up a plush toy, covered in green fur and with an odd, yet endearing shape, and handed it to Vivienne.
“It’s soft,” she commented, holding it. Yet, the toy didn’t pique her interest.
“Another gift for Isolde, then,” Percy said as he tossed it into their basket, his tone still cheerful.
Vivienne looked puzzled. “Did you upset Isolde or something?”
