No wonder little grain didn’t have to say a word.
Once her expensive pink diamond was revealed, of course, there was no need to say anything. This was strength and proof.
The real diamond was displayed at the same time as the fake diamond in the tuxedo boy’s hand. The fake diamond immediately had the feeling of revealing its true form, as dull as a plastic bead.
The real thing would always be the real thing.
And the fake thing would always be the fake thing.
The children in the garden could not help but gather around. They clicked their tongues in wonder at the pink diamond and began to admire it. Everyone’s praise came from the bottom of their hearts. It was much more sincere than the words they had used to flatter the tuxedo boy.
After all, when faced with something truly beautiful, it could not stop the feelings of appreciation.
