"From the room where I live."
After Zhenshu finished speaking, he saw Liang Meng frowning, scratching his head and explaining a few words embarrassedly.
"Well... even though the hall master has told me a lot, my mind is still blank. I don't remember anything he said at all. I thought, if I find some old things, I might be able to remember it faster."
"So you've been rummaging through things in Sheli these past few days?"
"yes."
Zhenshu scratched his head again, embarrassed. A hint of shame first appeared on his fair face, and then turned into confusion.
"But I have found so many things, and nothing of them has ever revived my memory. Only this purse."
Zhenshu said this and pointed at the purse in Liang Meng's hand.
"When I saw the purse, a flash of inspiration came to my mind."
Although Liang Meng sat in the chair with her head down and staring at the purse without moving, her heart was actually beating wildly with the words of Zhenshu.
She didn't know who this purse pillow book belonged to, but she could tell at a glance that it was Aunt Hong's.
Isn’t that butterfly above Aunt Hong’s true form?
There's always a chance of error. Where was this purse hidden? Why didn't I find it when I was packing up Aunt Hong's things?
How could such an important thing be missed?
"Master, Master?"
"Huh? What? What did you say?"
Liang Meng came back to her senses from her purse and looked up. Zhenshu was looking at her with his head tilted and his bright eyes wide open.
"Master, do you know this purse?"
“I don’t know him!”
Liang Meng blurted out. After saying it, she wanted to bite off her tongue. It was too obvious that she was guilty.
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