The year Zhenshi turned fourteen, she finally mastered the ability to send others' painful memories directly into Hell.
Not forgetting—sending away. That pain that gets stuck in the heart, impossible to dissolve—with a gentle touch from her, it would flow toward the other side of the Toad Gate.
Yuzhen was only ten.
Her ability was much stronger than Zhenshi's, but also much more unstable. Easy to connect, but just as easy to lose control.
Only when wearing that talking strawberry hair clip could she use her power steadily.
The clip would occasionally mutter: "Slow down... don't touch that left one yet..."
Yuzhen listened and practiced, slowly learning what "control" meant.
One relied on age. One relied on talent.
One was steady. One needed the clip.
But when they sat side by side beneath the World Tree, no one could tell the difference.