"Lost your soul?" Chuci was taken aback at those words.
He suddenly recalled that when he was a child in his old rural home, he seemed to have experienced something like this.
However, he was only about four or five years old at the time, and his memories were already vague. The "soul loss" aspect further shrouded that period in a layer of fantasy.
He vaguely remembered it was also summer; in the evening, when the sun had set, the weather finally became cool. He followed a few older kids from the village with a canister to catch fireflies outside the village.
In his memory, there were indeed many fireflies that day, as if the stars from the sky had fallen into the forest. Among them, one particularly large and beautiful firefly attracted his attention.
The youngest of the group, Chuci, was competitive and thought that if he could catch this "king" firefly, it would make the other kids look at him differently.
