Leah Sinclair composed herself and presented the gift to the old Mr. Keating with a gentle smile. "Grandpa Keating, I wish you a life free of worries, with enduring peace and joy. May your blessings be as boundless as the Eastern Sea, and your life as long as Southmount."
"Haha, so the young lady has finally arrived! Your presence is gift enough, what's all this?" The old Mr. Keating accepted the gift with a broad smile, his complexion rosy and his spirits high.
"Grandpa, Leah spent a long time picking this out. Take a look." Asher Keating helped him open the gift.
"Is this... Qinan?"
The old Mr. Keating took out the prayer beads and sniffed them delicately. "Excellent! This is fine stuff indeed. I like it very much. Thank you, young lady."
As he spoke, the old Mr. Keating slipped the prayer beads onto his wrist and stroked them repeatedly, seeming genuinely pleased. The people nearby immediately chimed in with fawning praise.
