"Miss..." He stretched out his hand tremblingly, with half a piece of jade lying in his palm, "This is what the master gave me before he died. He said... As long as you are still alive, you will definitely recognize it..."
"Shut up!" I interrupted sharply, but the tip of the hairpin trembled uncontrollably.
Memory splits the fog like a sharp blade... And stabs at me.
Intention: Rebirth III