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Time is an illusion created by humans, a perception of their surrounding environment. In the vast universe, time is irrelevant; it is only when life exists that the concept of time emerges. In people's subjective consciousness, the passage of time is not uniform at different moments.
Just like Qiluo Ling, who felt as if a brief moment of losing control over her body lasted a long time.
She saw many bright spots swirling and flickering in the darkness, spinning very quickly, almost at the speed of a ceiling fan on its highest setting. Then, she heard a continuous ringing in her ears…
Fortunately, Qiluo Ling did not actually fall; strong arms caught her securely from behind and helped her up.
After her mind cleared from the chaos, her hearing returned first. She faintly heard the noisy sounds around her, though they seemed to come from a very distant place. She struggled to open her eyes and immediately felt a sharp headache, but she still managed to see the person in front of her, the one who had supported her.
She weakly smiled and said, “Thank you, President Cui.”
Choi Jae-sun asked with concern, “What happened to you just now? That was close; I’m glad I caught you.”
At that moment, a group of enthusiastic people surrounded her. A staff member from the Art Exhibition squeezed through the crowd and brought a stool from the front hall for Qiluo Ling to sit and rest for a while.
The hallucinations were becoming more frequent, and she couldn't help but feel deeply worried about her health. The hallucinations were still a kind of dream, but they existed in a state between wakefulness and sleep, making it difficult for her to distinguish between reality and fantasy. Of course, she was very aware that these hallucinations were closely related to the answers she desperately sought.
Qiluo Ling ended her visit to the Art Exhibition early and politely declined Choi Jae-sun and Xu Xiaoya's offer to take her home, opting to take a taxi back to Xu Xiaoya's house alone.
Once home, she eagerly climbed into her warm and comfortable bed and fell into a deep sleep.
After an unknown amount of time had passed, she woke up, turned over, and blinked her slightly sore eyelids.
The evening glow lazily filtered through the gaps in the curtains but brought no vitality or warmth.
With clarity returning, she began to ponder that annoying dream-like hallucination again.
What does that Jew really want to tell himself? If it’s about the signs and hints in the musical score, how should these dream-like clues be interpreted?
After thinking for a long time, she found no answers, which left her feeling restless.
Qiluo Ling simply got up and took out the colorful cloak from the packed pocket in the wardrobe, examining it carefully.
She had researched a lot about this cloak made of Seven-Colored Satin. Seven-Colored Satin is made from satin in seven colors, making it look like a rainbow when worn. The Korean Ethnic Group has always regarded rainbows as symbols of brightness and beauty. Making clothes for children from seven-colored satin expresses a good wish, intending to make children more beautiful and happy.
She walked to the window and forcefully pulled open the curtains with a hiss.
Sunlight streamed in, making the room very bright. She meticulously observed every part of the cloak several times, including the fabric, workmanship, seams, and stitching details.
Through the light, she suddenly vaguely saw something inside the inner layer of the cloak. Her heart raced as she gently pulled apart the front and back layers of fabric with her index and middle fingers; indeed, there was another layer of cloth inside.
At the hem of the cloak, there was a small area where the dense stitching had already come undone.
She gently arranged the fabric at the corner and found that there was indeed another layer of cloth inside—a layer of white cloth.
Qiluo Ling immediately took scissors out of her bag.
Unable to contain her excitement, her hands trembled slightly as she struggled for a long time to cut through the stitching at the seam.
Inside was indeed a piece of yellowing White Cloth.
She carefully took out the White Cloth and gently spread it on the writing desk in front of her bed, observing it meticulously.
Perhaps because the cloak had been stored in her parents' damp wardrobe for too long, the White Cloth had been eroded; it not only had small black spots on it but also many small holes in the middle.
The appearance of the White Cloth seemed to suggest that it had existed for a longer time than when it was a cloak.
On the right side of the White Cloth, there were six characters sewn vertically with black thread from top to bottom. However, she did not recognize them, as the six characters were not in Chinese. Based on the shape of the characters, she was certain they were Korean.
At that moment, there was a rustling sound outside the door as someone was using a key to unlock it. Qiluo Ling glanced at the time; it should be Xu Xiaoya returning.
As soon as Xu Xiaoya entered, without even changing her shoes, she eagerly called out to Xu Xiaoya, "Come here quickly and help me take a look."
"What is it? Why aren't you resting properly and instead are pondering over something?" Xu Xiaoya tossed her handbag onto the sofa in the living room and walked over.
"Help me see what these Korean characters mean?" Qiluo Ling pointed at the words on the White Cloth and asked her.
"Where did you find this rag?" Xu Xiaoya shook her head after taking a closer look.
"You don't recognize these characters?" Qiluo Ling asked in surprise.
"I don't know Korean at all; my colleagues at work only use Chinese."
"Aren't you working at a joint venture in Korea? Don't you usually use Korean?"
"Very rarely. Even when we need to handle matters in Korean, I have an assistant for that. She graduated with a major in Korean," Xu Xiaoya said seriously.
Qiluo Ling looked somewhat dejected, a disappointed expression appearing on her face.
"What do you need it for?" Xu Xiaoya asked, puzzled.
"It has something to do with the person I'm looking for."
Xu Xiaoya looked at her in shock and finally comforted her, "It's okay, tomorrow I'll take you to find my assistant, and she can help you translate."
Qiluo Ling nodded.
The next day, Qiluo Ling followed Xu Xiaoya back to her company.
The female assistant took the White Cloth, furrowing her brows as she carefully identified the somewhat blurred characters of rust.
"Is this a place name or a person's name?" Qiluo Ling asked her eagerly.
"Neither, it means the Independent Revolutionary Movement," the female assistant said casually after glancing at her.
Qiluo Ling was stunned, standing there in a daze. She had originally thought the information was related to her Birth Mother, but it turned out to be an unfamiliar historical term.
"What is the Independent Revolutionary Movement?" Qiluo Ling continued to ask.
"Um... I'm not very sure about that; I don't know much about Korean history," the female assistant said apologetically.
"Oh," Qiluo Ling said, feeling somewhat disappointed.
"However," the female assistant continued, "you can ask our President Cui; he is Korean and should know more about it."
Qiluo Ling thought she couldn't miss any clues, so she had Xu Xiaoya take her to President Cui's office.
"Why is your President Cui so young?" Qiluo Ling couldn't help but ask in the hallway.
"It's simple; he's a crown prince, commonly known as a rich second generation," Xu Xiaoya whispered.
Upon arriving at Choi Jae-sun's office, Qiluo Ling inquired about the history of the Korean Independence Movement.
Choi Jae-sun appeared very surprised and stared at her intently, "Why do you want to learn about the independence movement?"
Qiluo Ling thought for a moment and said, "I want to find someone."
"Who is this person? Are they Korean?" Choi Jae-sun asked curiously.
"Um, sort of," Qiluo Ling replied vaguely.
"The Korean Independence Movement refers to all acts of independence by the people during the period from Korea's annexation by Japan in 1910 until the independence of the Korean Peninsula. If the person you are looking for is related to this, it means they must be nearly a hundred years old, and the chances of them being alive are extremely slim," Choi Jae-sun chuckled.
Hearing this, she suddenly thought of something and froze.
Could this old piece of white cloth be hinting that her birth mother might be a descendant of an independence revolutionary? If this were true, then following this clue, finding her birth mother would not be far off.
But what she couldn't understand was that the independence movement occurred in Korea. What connection did it have with Shanghai during World War II?
Finally, Choi Jae-sun pulled a book from the bookshelf across the office and handed it to Qiluo Ling: "I have a Chinese version of a Korean history book here; you can take it back and read it."
After expressing her gratitude, Qiluo Ling took the book.
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