C251 It Was Hard to Accept It

Xie Rongrong picked up a south bead with her finger and looked at it carefully. The bead was delicate and heavy. It was crystal clear. She touched it with her hand, but she could feel the crisscrossing lines. She drew a small word on the nail sized south bead.

And it was not just this one. Almost every bead had this kind of crisscrossing lines on it