My Story: I bloomed in Jingdezhen, where centuries of porcelain tradition shaped my delicate frame. Blush-pink peonies bloomed across my surface, each petal hand-painted with care. I once graced family gatherings, tea steam rising like incense. But time passed, and I found myself wrapped for a long journey - to Canada, where gentle hands saw my beauty anew. Now, I hold a golden flame, casting soft light where once I held warmth in liquid form. I am still elegant, still full of purpose - just in a new way.