Ding Hui's home remains chaotic and messy, filled with a jumble of useful and useless things strewn about the room.
However, compared to usual, there seems to be slightly fewer items in this mess.
A shadowy figure is busy amidst the cluttered room.
Even though things are placed in nooks and crannies, seemingly hidden away in the corners of the 'trash heap', Ding Hui can extract the items she wants from the pile of junk, as if they're her cherished possessions.
"This is it! This can't be left behind!"
Ding Hui held up the item in her hand.
In the dim room, only a single candle provided faint light, barely illuminating the thing she held.
It was a damp, heart-like object, rising and falling as if breathing, looking quite disgusting.
"Most things are ready, but some precious materials are somewhat regrettable to leave behind..."
Ever since Fang Yu gave instructions, Ding Hui began packing her things at home.
