Both the one who said they were going to the bathroom to freshen up and the foreign youth who also said they were going to the bathroom to wash their face have not returned.
The female guard took the opportunity to pour some water for Luo Qiu and Song Ying.
The guardroom was quiet now.
Bored, Song Ying yawned and covered her mouth—it was probably because she was too bored that she casually picked up the lost item form from the table to glance at.
This seemed to be the form filled out by that foreign youth: a cup with an emerald green ring.
It seems among many ornaments, rings have the highest loss rate... Song Ying didn't think much, and casually glanced at the name written by the foreign youth as the contact.
It was written in cursive, and quite beautifully—Song Ying couldn't help but look at it twice more and read it aloud, "Agu... Mos... Amadoi... S? Mo... Zart?"
Song Ying yawned again, attempting to read smoothly, "Agumos Amadois Mozart... hate these long names."
