"Vivian was holding onto the bag tightly. Even if her fingers were not within her control, she would still subconsciously grasp on the bag tightly. Was it something important? What was it then?"

"As if the soles of Liya's feet were rooted to the ground, she couldn't move any further."

It must be something valuable or something precious to her. She thought for a while before reaching out to touch Vivian's clenched fingers.

"Vivian's fingers were still cramping. The moment her fingers let go of it, Liya swiftly took the black bag away."

"The fabric of the bag was old, but the texture wasn't bad. It was soft to the...