"A vase." The little girl replied.
"What kind of vase?" Zhang Ze asked.
The little girl looked at it for a while and said, "The kind that looks really, really expensive. You better not make me clean it. I'm clumsy, and if I break it, I couldn't afford to pay for it even if you sold me."
Zhang Ze said, "Alright, no worries."
After the little girl left, Zhang Ze went back to the bookshelf and fiddled with the gold-coated copper lock, wondering if he should just yank it off to see what's inside.
As he was pondering, Miemie's voice sounded in his ear.
"Don't mess with it, or you'll get struck by lightning."
Miemie's faint soul drifted out from Zhang Ze's body, positioning itself between him and the box.
"What's this?" Zhang Ze asked the same question again.
"It's the old stuff's collection, even I can't touch it, so no matter who you are, you're not allowed to touch it either." Miemie said, hands on hips, looking at Zhang Ze.
