Operation Save Shen Le! Call for Backup from All Sides!

Shen Le slowly opened his eyes and remained silent for a long while.

By the end of these memories, he no longer felt pain or sadness. Even his sense of sorrow had faded, carrying seven or eight parts bewilderment and melancholy.

In that era, in those times, being able to enter the Buddhist faith and live out one's life in peace was probably considered fortunate for a woman of the entertainment quarters.

He rose and went around behind the Buddhist shrine, taking out the items stored within one by one in his hands.

At that moment, he somewhat wanted to restore all these mementos that belonged to them. At the very least, he could leave them something to remember by, somewhere for their longing and grief to rest.

There was no need to restore the Myriad Strands of Black Hair anymore. They could restore themselves. Besides, those that could be soaked in Silk Fibroin Solution had already been soaked, and those that could grow back using Healing Talismans had already regrown on their own.

For now, the things that needed restoration were probably the garments stored inside.

He put on gloves and an apron, carefully lifting out the clothes set by set.

The first set was a Ming-style embroidered skirt: a pomegranate-red embroidered upper garment and a silver-white skirt below, with a pair of colorful butterflies embroidered at the hem, fluttering up and down.

The skirt was not very long, so its owner must have been petite. Yet the embroidery was exquisite, and the colorful butterflies seemed almost alive. The only regret was—

"Pomegranate red is the kind of color that can't withstand being soaked in water..."

Shen Le frowned deeply and let out a troubled sigh. Ancient dyeing techniques had been quite limited, and delicate colors like pomegranate red