起源闲谈与灵光 I remember one frosty morning, not too long ago, sitting in my favourite little café, nursing a rather splendid cup of Earl Grey. Outside, the world was a canvas of muted greys and soft whites, the kind that makes you want to snuggle up with a good book and a warm, furry friend. A young woman at the next table, all bundled up in a thick scarf, was absolutely beaming, twirling a beautiful Engraved Rose Gold Monogram Ring on her finger. She seemed utterly lost in thought, a private smile playing on her lips, and it got me thinking about how much a tiny, personal piece of adornment can ho...
