Seeing the cloth doll didn’t provoke any change to Xu Qing’s facial expression. But inside, he was assailed by waves of astonishment, because… he recognized it.0

Back when he was a child in Peerless City, his big brother gave it to him as a birthday present. Later, catastrophe struck. Being only six or seven years old, Xu Qing had clutched the doll to him as he wept in the blood rain, crying out for daddy, mommy, and big brother. At a certain point he passed out. Upon awakening, the cloth doll was nowhere to be found. But here it was today. There was obviously significance to it.0

He sent me this to get me thinking....7

Xu Qing didn’t say anything.0

There were some things that he knew didn’t make sense. For instance, during the fight against Crimson Mother back in the Moonrite Region, he had seen some memories in the violet crystal that clashed with what he remembered happening in the past....0

In that image, a hand hit him in the head. Except what Xu Qing actually remembered didn’t involve any hand at all. He had just passed out.1

This patchwork doll was another example. Why had it been repaired and then delivered to him on this day? How did it end up being ripped apart?3

Eventually, Xu Qing closed his eyes. He didn’t pick up the cloth doll. He just left it lying outside the door.1

Time passed. The wind picked up that night, kicking up dust that...0