"Miss Anna, take a look, this chain is surely worthy of your pocket watch now, isn't it?" After fastening the pocket watch, Yila eagerly presented the chain and watch to Anna.
Anna smiled slightly, didn't express her opinion immediately, but lifted the necklace and gently shook it a few times in her hand, causing the somewhat hefty pocket watch to hang straight down.
The pocket watch swayed in Anna's hand and with a "clink," it fell off, the delicate silver chain having broken into two separate pieces.
Anna was prepared; with an empty hand, she deftly caught the falling pocket watch.
"What is this?" Yila was stunned; how could the chain be so fragile?
"So this is the skill of a Chinese master silver craftsman worthy of national treasure? The chain is only for show; it breaks with just a little tug?" Without concern for Yila's crestfallen face, Anna twirled the broken chain around her finger and flung it out, almost sending it into the still-glowing furnace.
