Wynter was still playing with the purple sugilite pendant she had obtained from Dalton in the clinic in

Waterview Alley.

Something fell off that day. It wasn’t just her intermittent explosive disorder; there was also this piece of

purple sugilite that seemed oddly familiar to her.

If her memory served right, this pendant should be hers, so how did it end up being Dalton’s personal

possession?

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Feeling confused, Wynter rubbed her temple with her fingers, her eyes shimmering faintly.

Though only some fragmented images, she was gradually recollecting her memories now. But it still

required some time.

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