The backpack didn't contain much, just a set of clothes, a tablet, two bottles of medicine, and...
Li Mochan's gaze was captured by the swathe of purple silk beneath; he reached out, pulled out the piece, and unfolded the layer of purple silk.
The light from above seeped in, illuminating the treasure hidden within the silk.
A wooden sculpture of a person?
Li Mochan's cold eyes paused momentarily as he took out the sculpture.
A faint scent of pear blossoms lingered at the tip of his nose.
The likeness was...
Him?
Li Mochan examined the palm-sized human figure sculpture carefully. Its lines were smooth, its facial features meticulously carved, almost a miniature version of himself.
His slender fingers gently caressed the sculpture as Li Mochan's gaze drifted to the small characters carved on the sculpture's shoulder.
The strokes were bold and unrestrained, varying in depth.
Childish.
Stranger.
