Qin Zhizhi's gaze was drawn as if by a magnet, locked firmly onto the black token.
The bizarre pattern on the front of the token seemed like some ancient and mysterious code, attempting to unlock the sealed gates deep within her memory.
She reached out with slender fingers, gently tracing the cold lines, and the tactile sensation at her fingertips felt like touching a soul that had slumbered for a thousand years.
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