Wang Qian suddenly chuckled softly, as if finding the back of the mirror a bit dusty, and dipped her fingertip into the tea in her cup to gently wipe the back of the bronze mirror.
As the tea from Wang Qian's fingertips brushed across the silver-wire petals, a dim blue light suddenly emanated from the back of the mirror. Ink-like shades seeped through the patterns of the silver flowers, gradually gathering into fine characters amidst the light and shadow.
Between the flower gaps, the magnetite reflected the sunlight, casting two pale lines of shadow:
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