From some forgotten nook or cranny, He Family dug out a wooden box.
She placed the box in front of Hua Manman and said,
"While you were away from home, I had someone gather all the little trinkets you used to use. Take a look and see if there's anything you can still use. If so, take it back with you."
Hua Manman opened the box and saw that everything inside was familiar.
There was a cloth tiger she had played with as a child, a beaded flower she had once loved to wear, a small, unfinished pouch, and the strange portraits she had drawn of her brothers…
Nearly every item represented a piece of her memories.
Looking at these trinkets, it was as if she were reliving the original owner's childhood all over again.
Finally, Hua Manman's gaze landed on a single, pitch-black bead.
The bead was only the size of a fingertip and looked as if it were polished from Zitan wood. A line of Sanskrit was engraved on it.
Hua Manman didn't understand Sanskrit, so she didn't know what it said.
