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"I brought it." Haruna Yuki hurriedly felt around in the paper bag and carefully took out the antique music box.
"Mr. Aki-Satoru said this was something very valuable." Haruna Yuki sighed. "If that's the case, I think it would be better to return it to its rightful owner—to the Ogata Family."
Mrs. Ogata accepted it with a smile. "Then thank you very much."
She lowered her head to examine the music box, fumbling somewhat awkwardly until she found the winding key and gave it a few turns. Soon, a melody began to flow out.
"This song sounds familiar."
It seemed to be Mrs. Ogata's first time seeing this box. As she struggled to remember, a voice suddenly came from beside her. "Come, Spring."
Mrs. Ogata froze and turned toward the voice. "Honey?"
Mr. Ogata walked into the room. Seeing the guests inside, he explained, "It was a piece my mother used to play often."
Jiang Xia turned to look at the wall. There was more than one black-and-white memorial portrait in this mourning hall—beside Mr. Aki-Satoru's portrait hung another, of an elderly woman in a kimono. "Is this your mother?"
Mr. Ogata nodded readily. "My mother's name was Haruna. She passed away three years ago."
"Haruna?" Haruna Yuki was startled. "Then we have the same name."
Ogata's Second Son had followed them in at some point. Hearing that, he smiled. "After Grandma passed away, Grandpa would always go out for walks in the middle of the night. We were worried about his safety, so we had him carry a Pager to make it easier to contact him. Who would've thought he'd become obsessed with the Pager? He'd always happily say, 'Haruna has come back.' He probably thought of my late grandmother whenever he chatted with you."
"So that was