The candles lit in the room were like the stars in the sky and streams of warmth flowing through the heart. That warm feeling reached straight into one's soul.
Although this might become a place for fighting and killing in the future, he had never expected to find such warmth here beforehand.
As he walked farther in, every carving on the walls seemed to come alive before his eyes. They were so vivid and lifelike. Uchiha Hikaru had never seen such beautiful paintings.
Again and again, Uchiha Hikaru reached out to touch the wall, wanting to leave his own mark behind, wanting the wall not to forget him. He knew it was ridiculous, but he could not help himself.
After only a few more steps, he saw square compartments built into the walls, each one filled with an array of exquisite porcelain.
They did not seem as though they had all been made by one person in bulk. Instead, it felt as if every piece had a story from before its creation, crafted under different emotions and thus becoming a different kind of porcelain.
They gave people an overwhelming urge to hold them in their arms, stroke them gently, and never put them down. Uchiha Hikaru gradually understood why so many people stole porcelain from this place.
Uchiha Hikaru thought he had nearly finished looking through the entire room, but he had not expected to find many large wooden boxes and chests placed in its center. He had no idea why they had been put there.
The moment he tried to open one, the owner shoved him aside. He was utterly confused. What treasure could be inside the box to make the owner so nervous when he saw it?
It was precisely because the owner kept watching the large wooden