The faded velvet cushions surrounded two little people, one was a little girl in a long skirt, the other was a little boy in shorts, two little people who seemed to be made of ceramics were holding hands, and there was still a smile on their faces that had been worn out due to time.

Although the remaining golden pigment on the little girl's head could still shine quietly, her hands and arms were basically broken. She stood on the velvet cushion with difficulty, and the little boy also had wear and tear to varying degrees.

Mo Yi turned the box to the side, rubbed his fingers on the cold metal surface of the music box, and touched a protruding handle.

——Its clockwork seems to have loosened, and it should not be able to make a sound for a while.

He breathed a sigh of relief without a trace, then turned the box back to the front and looked it back.

I saw a broken small mirror embedded on the inside of the lid of the music box.

The spider-web-like patterns are scattered on the dusty mirror, which looks particularly miserable and pitiful.

And below the mirror, there seemed to be a line of floral characters written in gold-plated handwriting. Due to the age of time, it was already blurred and it was almost impossible to see what was written on it.

Mo Yi frowned, narrowed his eyes and leaned forward, carefully identifying the content above.

The broken mirror in front of him reflected his close face.

At this moment, Mo Yi glanced at...
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