After putting away her luggage, Song Qiao sat at her desk and zoned out. It was a long while before she snapped back to her senses.
Gingerly taking a bamboo-woven ring out of her coat pocket, she stroked it gently, a strange glint gradually welling up in her eyes.
She had left the grasshopper in her suitcase, but she carried the ring close to her heart.
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