Crystal's POV:

My heart sank. I made this wooden whistle by copying the one Rufus had made for me in the past. Rufus now scrutinized the whistle carefully. Did it shake loose some memory of his?

Laura and I glanced at each other at the same time and guessed each other's thoughts. She was also afraid that Rufus would remember something.

After studying the whistle for a long time, Rufus turned to me and asked, "Did you make this yourself?" Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Of course," I replied firmly.

I was a little flustered and didn't know what was running through his mind.

My own mind was thoroughly muddled up. But whatever.

familiar, he wouldn't remember

it was a slim possibility. Rufus' original intention for carving this whistle was to make it convenient for me to communicate with Rin. He didn't really

thought crossed my mind, relief coursed through my

pointed look and commented with a faint smile, "I didn't expect

habit as me."

behind his words. But judging from the expression on his face, it didn't look like he had remembered anything from the past. From the corner of my

on its inner side and said, "When I was a child, I attended a woodwork class for a while. I liked to leave a subtle mark on all my creations. The position

helpless expression, I knew Rufus had

coincidence?" Rufus gazed at me with sharp

copied his work and had assumed this tiny mark was also a necessary part of the whistle, so I kept it. How would I know it was actually Rufus' signature? How could I possibly explain this to him without telling him the

you answer me?" Rufus didn't let

with his pointed questions, my brain seemed to come to a grinding halt and I couldn't cook up any sensible reason. I couldn't claim that this was just a coincidence. No one would believe that. My copy was so accurate that even the position

mask obscured my face and

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