Just after crossing over, Du Fei's mind was a muddle. He was trying his best to piece together the memories of the original owner.,In his mind, a grid-like space appeared, and a feeling arose within him: as long as he thought about it, he could put the teapot in his hand into this space.,She wore a blue floral tunic, the sleeves rolled up to reveal two slender arms like white bamboo stalks, "swishing" as she washed her clothes.。