Yu looked at Meng Qing suspiciously: “Isn’t this what Young Master Meng left behind five days ago?”
“Young Master Meng probably mistook me for your wife,” Yu mustered her courage to say, her face turning bright red.
Meng Qing looked at Yu. She didn’t seem to be lying. That day at the Loyal Marquis’s residence, he had left this jade dragonfly? He carefully examined the dragonfly in his hand, feeling it was familiar yet unable to recall how he obtained it.
He noticed a very fine seam where the dragonfly’s tail connected to its body. Suddenly inspired, he pinched the tail and rotated it. A faint light shot out from the dragonfly’s mouth, projecting onto the ground before them. On the blue stone path, a photo of him and a woman appeared.
They were lying side by side on a deck, she nestled in his arms, her eyes curved in laughter. Next to him was a large grouper. He remembered catching that fish but didn’t recall anyone else being on the boat. The woman, though a few years older, was clearly Yu beside him!
He looked at Yu in shock, seeing her equally stunned expression.
Yu knew this jade dragonfly was special but never imagined it could project an image on the ground! Moreover, the image was incredibly lifelike, even the flying hair seemingly perfectly captured, as if miniature people had appeared on the ground.
Gathering her courage, she looked closely at the image. The people were dressed strangely, but one was clearly Meng Qing, and the other was remarkably similar to herself – almost identical, except the woman was older. This must be his wife. No wonder he mistook her; they were indeed very alike.
Meng Qing continued rotating the dragonfly’s tail, scrolling through photos. Each one was a picture of him with Yu, taken in places he remembered visiting. They had been to so many places together, so why couldn’t he remember her? The audio and projection device in the dragonfly was definitely something he had installed, yet he had no recollection of it.
Seeing his shocked and bewildered expression, Yu asked in surprise, “Young Master Meng, do you really not remember what happened that day?”
Meng Qing turned and asked, “What did I say that day?”
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