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.

he wouldn't remember anything if I continued

intention for carving this whistle was to make it convenient for me to communicate with Rin. He didn't really share a good relationship with her, so he had no use for a wooden

my mind, relief coursed through my veins and I

commented with a faint smile, "I didn't expect you to have the

habit as me."

it didn't look like he had remembered anything from the past. From the corner of my eye,

to me. He pointed to a small cross 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 and shape of my chosen mark are exactly the same as

expression, I

is this just a coincidence?" Rufus gazed at me with

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

Rufus

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 Rufus couldn't see my

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