Suizi had rarely seen Yu Jingting with such a subtle expression.
At his nod, she reached her hand into the crack, felt around twice, and let out a gasp.
Her hand felt as though it had been scorched; her small face turned white with fright.
"Wh… what is this?!" Suizi lowered her voice and whispered in Yu Jingting's ear so only they could hear, "An urn?!"
Yu Jingting was speechless, her imagination was quite vivid, wasn't it?
What Suizi touched was cold, like pottery, about the size of three palms spread out.
This pavilion is an old building, which has seen some years and renovations, leaving a small space under the elevated section.
If it were not for the fortuitous cracking of the floor, no one would have discovered this strange ceramics box hidden there.
Considering her past life trauma, Suizi's first thought was it might be a tool for destroying a body. That could be an urn!
"You're overthinking it."
