A hundred-year-old school, a hundred-year-old school building;
A pearl from a hundred years ago, an oil painting from a hundred years ago...
These seemingly unrelated clues have now intertwined with each other, like tiny pellets of Mizhu, strung together into an exquisite necklace.
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At this moment, that tiny pearl shone quietly, but his eyes were clearly more captivating than the pearl.
He smiled and looked at her, while reaching out to move her own fingertips from her forehead.
He replaced her, gently massaging there with his hand.
"Alright, alright... let's stop here. Deduction is not a battle of endurance, it's more like Zen Buddhism—a moment of sudden enlightenment. If you immerse yourself in the logic of deduction for too long, your head will hurt, and gradually it becomes less effective."
Shi Nian then took a deep breath, letting her rapidly spinning thoughts slowly settle, resting within the gentle rhythm of his fingertips.
