An ideal is a beautiful imagination and hope about future things.,It was just such a simple stone. When Yueyun held it, her right hand burned even hotter, giving her the feeling that her right hand was incredibly eager to be close to the stone.,The two continued to discuss how much silver Lord Li's newly acquired goods were worth, enjoying their conversation immensely. Just then, a cool female voice came from somewhere: "You don't even have one hundred yuan on you, what kind of antiques are you buying It's embarrassing."。