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I endured the swelling pain within me, sitting cross-legged and regulating my breath for a long time before finally dispersing all the True Qi I had absorbed from Guilin. After trying to breathe for a while and confirming that there were no major issues, I suddenly jumped up and slapped my hand towards Guilin.
"Trying it out?! Is this how you test things? Are you using me as a guinea pig?"
My movement was sudden and swift; theoretically, he should not have anticipated it. Yet, Guilin lightly raised his hand, calmly capturing my wrist with both his expression and actions.
"What's wrong? Feeling uncomfortable? My apologies. But without entering the tiger's den, how can one catch the tiger cub? To understand something, one must always pay a price."
So this price isn't for you to bear! I instantly gave him a negative review in my heart.
"Look, haven't we clarified some things?"
First of all, the substance in this bottle was indeed a type of Dissolution Powder. Its effects were even more peculiar than regular Dissolution Powder; it could expel the True Qi accumulated within the body, sparing one from the agony of True Qi explosion.
Secondly, Ye Liuhui was definitely practicing a martial art similar to the Star Absorption Technique. This medicine was certainly essential for her to prevent herself from being overwhelmed by her own internal energy while training.
No one knew she practiced such a sinister martial art. And thinking about it, it was clear that this technique was not meant for strengthening the body; its side effects were likely significant. In other words, this martial art was related to her obsession and must have been intended to fulfill her unfinished wish.
"I advise you, regardless of whether you remember things from the past or not, do not practice this technique again," Guilin suddenly changed his tone, speaking very seriously. "Perhaps erasing your memory was to save your life. Continuing with this technique is extremely dangerous for you."
As expected, I felt the same way deep down.
This was no simple wish but something quite formidable, to the extent that she would risk her life to achieve it.
"And then," Guilin picked up a jewelry box from the corner of the table, "what is this?"
I frowned slightly.
"What is it? Can't you tell? It's a jewelry box!"
"Wrong." He shook his head. "It has a lock."
Huh? A lock? How did I not notice that?
Guilin placed the jewelry box in front of me, lifted the lid, and took out all the gold and silver ornaments inside.
"Look, isn't this box a bit too thick?"
I took a closer look, and indeed it was. The inside of the box was only about five centimeters deep, yet the box itself was a full fifteen centimeters high. Was it really necessary to have such a thick base?
I couldn't help but admire Guilin's keen observation. He seemed to notice the crucial details at a glance; what sharp eyes he had!
Guilin removed a thick layer of velvet from the bottom of the box, revealing a metallic "base" covered with various symbols. He gently tapped on the "base," which produced an empty sound. Sure enough, there was another layer beneath it.
However, no matter how he fiddled with it, the "base" wouldn't open.
"See, this is a lock."
A lock? I focused my gaze and realized that the symbols drawn on the base were actually all the strokes used in Chinese characters—horizontal, vertical, and various other strokes.
Guilin lightly pressed one of the horizontal strokes, and to my surprise, the square containing that stroke clicked down with a "ka" sound, startling me.
He looked up at me with a sly smile. "It's a character lock. You need to press the characters in the order you set before." With that, he began to press several more squares with "ka ka" sounds.
"Stop! Stop!" I hurriedly interrupted him. "Don't break it!"
The truth was that scenes from spy movies flashed through my mind; if you got the password wrong, the container holding secrets would self-destruct. By that description, wasn't this just like a password lock?
Guilin turned the box sideways to reveal an inconspicuous metal lever on the side. He gently pried it open, causing the pressed parts of the strokes to pop back up with a series of "ka ka" sounds.
"Don't worry; if you press it wrong, there's a mechanism to reset it. I only became sure there was a lock here when I saw this."
This guy really was quite knowledgeable!
But I didn't have time to marvel at that now because what I needed to think about next was both clear and serious. What could this password possibly be?!
The ancient password locks were quite scientific, featuring various strokes, and each stroke had an entire row dedicated to it. Even if a character had eighteen horizontal strokes, that would be sufficient. If that were the case, wouldn't it mean you could write any character you wanted? The combinations would far exceed those of numbers...
The most unfortunate part was that I didn't even know the birthday of my frequently used password option, Ye Liuhui.
"Think about it, what kind of characters would you use as a secret code?" Guilin looked at me meaningfully. "Or should I help you guess?"
"Huh? You can guess what I would use as a password?" I was taken aback.
"Well, I think you would use names of food. So, try placing the things you like to eat here one by one; maybe you'll figure it out!"
I was speechless; that was so unreliable! We had just met, and this was the impression he had of me?
Then I saw his sly smile. Ah, so he was just teasing me—how annoying!
If it were up to me, I would never use food as a password. I would definitely choose something I could never forget—most likely the name of the person I cared for the most, trusted the most, and liked the most!
At this thought, I suddenly froze.
I expected that at this moment, the name "Nie Qiuyuan" would surely come to mind. However, at that instant, what flashed through my mind was a gentle shade of Night Blue.
I was a bit startled by myself. What was going on?
Night?
I clearly liked autumn; why did I keep thinking of night? How could I be such a fickle person?!
"How about trying the three characters 'Nie Qiuyuan'?"
Guilin's words struck me like a bolt from the blue, and I immediately looked at him with heightened vigilance. This guy knew too much!
"What are you looking at? Girls usually use their crush's name as a password. You've only met a few men; why not start with someone close to you?" he said with a smile.
He had come to this conclusion. My heart felt a bit lighter, but his words still sparked my thoughts.
Perhaps the password really is the name of the one I love.
As a girl not much younger than her, I believe that the only thing worth fighting for is love. Did I not travel across a thousand years to come to the Tang Dynasty for love? Women can be quite crazy when it comes to love.
However, I don't think her beloved is Nie Qiuyuan. Because as I recalled, when I woke up, the feeling of Nie Qiuyuan sitting by my bedside and that embrace he gave me as "brother" made it clear that there was no spark between us at all.
Instead, fragmented phrases kept jumping into my mind.
"It’s already been ten years; maybe you’ve long forgotten..."
"Do you know why I dragged Qiu Yuan up Wanzi Mountain five years ago?..."
"Over the years, you’ve been particularly arrogant in front of him, doing so many unreasonable things that sometimes I couldn't bear to watch and had to step in to scold you, yet that kid never complained..."
"Ying Ying, Ying Ying..."
I suddenly realized that every time I dreamt of Ye Liuhui, the other characters in my dreams were always faceless; the only person I could recognize was him.
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