Yan Qingsi nodded her head. "That's right. My mother had a necklace that was exactly the same. I didn't remember wrongly. I was eight when my mother died. I'll never forget what had happened that year; I've always remembered everything as though it had happened yesterday. I could still see everything as vivid as when it happened when I close my eyes. Later on, I went to ask You Xi about it. He told me that he had been wearing the necklace ever since he was young. He even asked his mother about it—and his mother said that the necklace was one of a kind with no reservations. But… if that's one of a kind, then what about the necklace my mother had worn?"
"I'd forgotten the last two times I've met you, but I've always wanted to ask you this--Is that necklace an heirloom of the You family?"