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Jiang Yuqing gently brushed away the dust on the mahogany box and opened the brass buckle with a click. In the box quietly lay an emerald sandalwood bracelet that she had never seen before – twelve ebony beads were inlaid with emerald green gems, glowing softly in the sun. The four small words “Origin and Eternity” were engraved on the only gold bead, and the handwriting was already blurred. Jiang Yuqing wrapped the bracelet around her wrist, and the cold touch was inexplicably familiar, as if it belonged here. “Is anyone there?” A clear male voice came from the door of the store. When she looked up, Jiang Yuqing saw a tall young man standing in the backlight. He approached the counter and his eyes immediately locked on the bracelet on her wrist. “This bracelet…” His voice suddenly tensed, “May I ask where you got it from?” “My father’s legacy.” Jiang Yuqing subconsciously protected her wrist, “Do you recognize it?” The man took out a yellowed old photo from his wallet: “This is the only photo of my grandmother when she was young. She was wearing this bracelet on her wrist. After losing it in the war in 1943, she kept talking about it for the rest of her life.” Jiang Yuqing took the photo and her breath stagnated – the smiling woman in the photo was clearly the young grandmother she had only seen in the corner of the family album. “This is impossible…” She flipped through the old photos saved in her mobile phone and compared them. The women in the two photos were dressed differently, but the emerald sandalwood bracelets on their wrists were exactly the same. The man – he introduced himself as Cheng Mo – took out an old diary from his briefcase: “Before my grandmother died, she said that this bracelet was a token of her and an old friend, and it should be engraved with ‘Eternal Destiny’.” The sunlight passed through the emerald of the bracelet and cast emerald spots on the account book. Jiang Yuqing suddenly understood why her father had never mentioned this bracelet, and why he left it to her – it was a story interrupted by war, waiting to be rewritten. “Mr. Cheng,” she took off the bracelet and handed it over, “I think it should go back to your grandmother…” “No,” Cheng Mo pushed the bracelet back, “Grandmother said that if you find the owner of the bracelet, tell him or her – the origin is immortal, and we will meet again.” The subtle fragrance of sandalwood quietly permeated between the two, and eighty years of time flowed and shone in the emerald of the bracelet.