"..."
Looking at Fu Hua holding the sculpture over there, Otto said, "It seems this sculpture really isn't connected to any memories of the past."
"Otherwise, Xu Yanwu, think about it... Do you have any clues about the past?"
"What clues could I possibly have? This isn't my memory, and I wasn't even here five hundred years ago... At this time, I was still in Yae Village. It's not like you don't know that..."
Xu Yanwu said this.
But then, Xu Yanwu suddenly thought of something.
"Maybe... there really is something that could be connected to memories about me. It depends on whether Fu Hua can remember it."
After Xu Yanwu said that, Fu Hua regretfully set down the sculpture in her hands.
She had not recalled any particularly significant memories from this sculpture.
However... with the help of this memory-diving device, whenever she thought of Xu Yanwu, vague memories seemed to be unearthed from the depths.
Fu Hua vaguely recalled that she... seemed to have once been entrusted by Xu Yanwu with something very important.
But later... after an unexpected incident, she had lost that very important object.
Could that thing... be here now?
Thinking of this, Fu Hua began searching the surroundings.
She believed that as long as she could see that object... she would surely remember.
Perhaps because everything around her was simple and plain, it did not take Fu Hua long to search the entire place.
But after looking around, Fu Hua did not see anything else that left a deep impression on her.
Until... as Fu Hua walked past the doorway, the green jade ring hanging at her waist accidentally struck the doorframe and gave off a crisp sound. As Fu Hua instinctively picked it up to carefully wipe it down and check for damage,