Yuyin leaned closer, almost hearing someone speaking inside the box, and instinctively pulled out the red box.
It was an old plastic box, its style and craftsmanship looking very much like something from twenty or thirty years ago. Song Lian must have touched it often, as the surface had developed a patina, with some areas faded to a pinkish hue.
When she opened the box, the red light shimmering on its surface vanished. Inside was a lock of withered, fine, and soft hair, about twenty centimeters long—judging by the length, it likely belonged to a girl.
Chapter 18