Meimei's heart gave a sudden jolt; she felt as if she'd stepped into a trap, and now there was no way out.
Her pale, scallion-white fingers gently stroked the outermost wooden carving; gritting her teeth, she took it out and placed it on the table.
One after another, Meimei repeated the same motion, taking out all the wooden carvings inside.
"One, two, three… twelve, thirteen, fourteen…" There was still one more!
Meimei stared at the wooden carvings neatly lined up on the table, arranged from large to small. As she looked, an indescribable feeling slowly rose in her heart.
The smaller the carving, the more it looked like her…
The fourteen wooden carvings on the table were like a miniature record of a little girl growing up, and now only the smallest one was left inside.
Meimei walked to the safe. She didn't dare look inside; she couldn't even describe what she was feeling.
When her fingertips brushed the little wooden figure, her fingers couldn't help but shrink back.
