Rose Yates's expression changed instantly.
"Sister, did you see it wrong? What couple's necklace? This is just something I bought to wear for fun."
"How could I be mistaken? It's the one around your neck. The pendant for the girl's necklace is a star, and the boy's is a moon, symbolizing their eternal companionship. It's quite romantic."
Rose's soft, pretty face turned pale. Noticing Noah Yates's gaze, her first reaction was to cover the necklace on her neck with her hand. No matter how cunning she was, she was, after all, just a ten-year-old girl, and she suddenly felt guilty.
A trace of panic appeared on her doll-like beautiful face. Rose tightly gripped the necklace, covering it completely, and stammered, "Sister... you must have seen it wrong... this necklace is just an ordinary necklace."
"Take it off and let me see." Noah Yates, who had been silent, spoke.
