"This was for your little sister. Why do you have it?"
His words carried far, reaching everyone's ears with perfect clarity.
No one had expected him to say that.
Song Qingyun's brow twitched as she looked Shen Ye over again.
-even she had not anticipated those words!
Yet Shen Ye seemed to have found his rhythm and continued, "Even back then, I thought your sister was prettier than you, so I made this card for her."
"I never thought you'd still be jealous of her."
"Why else would you burn my Greeting Card?"
He stepped forward and placed the damaged Greeting Card in Song Yinchen's hand.
Song Yinchen pressed her lips together and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Are you sure this was for me, rather than for my sister, or for both of us?"
Her voice trembled slightly, making the words sound somewhat strange, as though they carried some sort of magic, or were a kind of chant.
Big Skeleton's voice suddenly rang out.
"Careful. Her words activated some powerful Contract similar to an oath. Don't fall for it."
Shen Ye paid no heed.
At that moment, he looked back into the past and conveyed a lost message to the girl before him.
"It was for you alone," he said.
"Why?" the girl asked.
"I just remembered," Shen Ye said, a look of recollection on his face. "When that Evil Hound chased us back then, you were protecting your sister."
This was true.
Less than a palm-sized scrap remained of the scorched Greeting Card, yet the childish handwriting and drawings on it were like a key, unlocking that snowy, windswept afternoon in his memory.
It was as though a hole had suddenly been drilled through dust-sealed time, letting him break free of the present and return to his childhood,