In the eyes of almost everyone present, her decision was laughable and foolish.
Yun Wanrou, however, was extremely satisfied.
The more obviously foolish Bai Lingling's choice looked, the more deserved her eventual defeat would seem.
"Now that my cousin has selected hers, I will choose mine," Yun Wanrou said.
She walked gracefully along the remaining shells.
She did not hurry. Her fingertips brushed lightly over shell after shell. Sometimes she paused, sometimes she moved on. The crowd followed her gaze nervously, as if her eyes alone could turn shells into gold.
She did not doubt herself.
She was born with a sharp intuition for pearls. Over the past month, every visit to this store had only confirmed her sense. She could almost always pick shells that hid something valuable.
In the end, she stopped in front of a palm sized seashell.
