"That's right, there are quite a few clues—"
Fu Tailan was about to say more, but Mai Mingle stopped him.
"Wait, let me think. If you can spot what's wrong, I should be able to as well," she muttered. "Young people these days know so much. I can't fall behind."
For some reason, even on such an unimportant detail, Fu Tailan wanted her to succeed. "How about I give you a hint?"
Mai Mingle thought for a moment. "Alright," she said.
"The memories weren't altered. They were added to."
Mai Mingle froze, then sucked in a sharp breath.
"You figured it out?"
"I think so... But if that's the clue, isn't it too subtle? Too hard to even notice?" Mai Mingle said, hesitating.
The fact that she said that meant she'd figured it out.
Hai Luwei refused to swallow his pride and ask Fu Tailan for the answer, so he just pressed her. "What's the clue? Spit it out. No need to be subtle with me."
