Kyoto, spring.
The World Design Summit's final showcase unfolded beneath paper lanterns and plum blossoms.
Jiang Ci stood backstage, breath caught in her throat, as NebulaForge's crown piece was wheeled onto the stage.
**“Echo."**
Three interlocked stones—Cloud Harbor jade, Laurent's sapphire, and a conflict-cut lab diamond from Glaze's birth year—set in reclaimed titanium.
Minimal. Silent. Unbreakable.
The audience rose in a standing ovation.
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Backstage, Glaze darted into her arms. “You did it!"
She laughed, catching him mid-spin. “We did it."
“Where's Dad?"
“Here," Huo Yuchen said, stepping in with warm tea and tired eyes. “Your model debut was impressive."
Glaze puffed up. “I didn't fall this time."
“You're a professional now."
A PR assistant appeared. “They want a fami
