August 15th, sunny, at Hexia's home.
The girl sat in her bedroom, a suitcase on the bed, surrounded by various scattered items, including clothes, souvenirs from her childhood, beloved photo albums, and so on.
"Which ones should I take?" the girl knelt on the bed, her gaze sweeping over these objects, pondering for a moment.
She could foresee that in the coming years, she would rarely have time to come back, so it wasn't suitable to leave some precious items at home, especially her sister's few sets of special Transcendent dresses.
Forget it, just take everything—although it means the next few days will be tiring, the girl gave up on making choices, her fingertips tracing through the air.
Purple specks whirled, and many of the items from the bed and desk flew into them, vanishing from sight.
While using such spatial abilities to store items was convenient, retrieving them was noisy, and hence not suitable for objects that were frequently used.
