The burning tower, the blood-stained white dress, and a hand handed over, holding a copper bell...
"No... I don't know..." Ah Jiu gritted his teeth, cold sweat dripping on the ground, and a small dark stain spread out.
The woman looked at his painful look with complicated eyes, like pity, but also like something else. She put the two bells together, twisted them gently, and with a "click" sound, the two bells formed a complete ring. The green rust faded away, revealing the golden background inside, which was engraved with fine patterns, like some kind of charm.
