Heiserana no longer had any doubts about Hao Ren's identity—at least, she no longer doubted that the man before her really was Vivian's "closest friend."
Not just anyone could receive Vivian's little bat. In fact, as far as Heiserana knew, she had never even heard of Vivian giving her little bat to anyone as a keepsake. Yet the bat's aura could not be faked, nor could its docile, peaceful behavior as it curled up in Hao Ren's palm. The former proved that it really had come from Vivian, while the latter proved that it was indeed a "keepsake" Vivian had willingly given to someone else.
"After not seeing Lady Vivian for several centuries, she picked up a new hobby..." Heiserana stared blankly at the little creature in Hao Ren's hand and could not help muttering, "She's still trying to fight her amnesia."
"Now you believe what I said, right?" Hao Ren looked at her with a grin while casually putting the little bat into his portable space. "Let me tell you, I've known about you for a long time. You're the one who didn't know me. I even know that your current guardian is Hesperis. Am I wrong?"
A chill immediately crept up Heiserana's spine. She regarded Hao Ren as if facing a great enemy. "You're not about to say that you held me when I was little, are you?"
Hao Ren was stunned by the little Bat Spirit's train of thought. "Why would you say that?"
"Don't distant relatives with absolutely no recollection of you always like saying that when they suddenly show up?" Heiserana said righteously. "Things like, 'I held you when you were little,' or, 'You peed on my neck when you were little,' or, 'You used to love pulling my beard,' and so on... I'm telling