"Xiao Yun, do you have anything that you've been carrying with you since childhood?" Lin Jiaojiao asked casually, holding a cup of tea and taking a sip of the date tea that had just been brewed.
Xiao Yun, who was sitting on a embroidered stool, hesitated for a moment, her eyes filling with confusion and unease. She muttered to herself, "Something I've had since childhood?"
Then she pulled out a wolf tooth necklace from around her neck and looked up at Lin Jiaojiao, asking, "Your Highness, does this count? I've never taken it off since I was a child."
Looking at the wolf tooth pendant covered with a layer of patina, she could see that it was well-worn and smooth, presumably from being worn for so long.
By her calculations, the Li family had been annihilated ten years ago, and at that time, Xiao Yun would have been around three or four years old. Most likely, she couldn't remember anything from her past.
