Mo Ling never would have imagined that Li Luo's memory had been hanging around her neck the entire time.
If Li Luo hadn't brought it up, Mo Ling wouldn't have even thought to look at her.
But just one casual glance was all it took for Mo Ling to spot the black nameplate.
'Right under my nose.'
Maybe Li Luo had been wearing this nameplate ever since she first arrived on Hell Island, and no one had ever noticed.
At this moment, Li Luo stared at the nameplate in her hand, utterly shocked.
"How is it here?"
She took the nameplate off her neck and placed it in her palm.
The characters on it were already blurred and indistinct. Its surface was covered in rust and mildew, filthy beyond belief, and black fragments constantly flaked off its edges, just like the other black objects they had seen before.
Li Luo carefully flipped the nameplate over. The back was in the same condition, looking impossibly worn and tattered. Her expression grew even more perplexed.
