"She hasn't mentioned anything she's encountered, which means she doesn't want us to know."
"But she doesn't look too good, she seems flustered." Little Taotie's childish voice was a bit helpless: "Adults always look down on us kids, thinking we're not much help and might even cause trouble."
"Let's look at the booklet first." Hua Jinyan spoke up to change the subject.
Little Taotie nodded, focusing all his attention on the booklet.
This was the auction house's promotional brochure on hairpins.
"Is it a red pearl?" Little Taotie pointed at the dangling bead on the hairpin and looked closely.
Beside him, Feng Qi recovered, cautiously squinting at Hua Jinyan, his paws slowly moving until he came beside Little Taotie. With a leap, he jumped onto Little Taotie's shoulder, gazing down at the booklet in Little Taotie's hands with lowered eyes.
When Feng Qi saw that hairpin, his eyes grew dazed.
Some distant memories were unearthed.
