Five years old.
The moment Su Bai heard Su Xuan mention that age, he recalled something Su Xuan had once said. At the very beginning, Su Xuan seemed to have promised that as long as he completed the game, he would return Su Bai's true memories of falling from the building when he was five.
Was there something special about those memories?
Those memories were indeed hazy in Su Bai's mind. He remembered only falling from a third-floor window, then his brother Su Xuan hitting the ground with him, even shielding him in his arms. His memories of what came before were missing, as were those of what happened in between and afterward.
The next thing Su Bai could recall was the people around him telling him that his brother Su Xuan had broken a finger while saving him.
But Su Bai had no memory of his brother's injury being bandaged, or of Su Xuan recovering and undergoing rehabilitation. All he remembered was the outcome: afterward, Su Xuan's right hand was missing its little finger.
"For certain reasons, my closest family had already died long before then. But our clan had a custom of returning to our homeland on a particular day every few decades to pay respects to the dead." Su Xuan seemed lost in recollection. "I calculated that the day was approaching. Although I knew I would meet some people I didn't want to see there, I still hoped the Ghost Shaman would pull me back into my original world."
"The Ghost Shaman's skill at making Dolls was truly frightening, but the only drawback was that his Dolls still had no consciousness of their own and couldn't grow by themselves. During the years I lived in the Real World, I went through the process of having my Doll