When Han Luoli asked this, Gu Xiaoer also stopped shaking his arm, her large eyes staring where the man was looking.
"Huh?" The girl blinked her eyes; her long eyelashes fluttering, she pointed to a spot on the stone house and said, "Da Luoluo, did you see that?"
Gu Xiaoer pointed to a delicately crafted stone in the corner of the stone house. On closer inspection, the stone was quite unique, with a faint sky-blue pattern, and upon a closer look, it was even heart-shaped.
Such color and shape were indeed very special among the many stones; no wonder it had caught Da Luoluo's attention at first glance.
"Through life and death, a promise of eternity; holding hands, growing old together—Shen Sizhuang."
Gu Xiaoer read the inscription word by word. The stone wasn't large, about ten centimeters, but it was exquisitely crafted, with small, elegant, and beautiful characters inscribed on it.
"Such beautiful words, such a beautiful stone!"
