Just as he was about to put the wooden strip back, he suddenly noticed that the reverse side of the wooden strip was sealed with a layer of wax. This layer of wax is very thin, almost the same color as the template, and it is impossible to see without looking closely.

He thought it was the wooden strips that were warped after being wet, but this layer of sealing wax told him that there must be a secret hidden in the wooden strips.

He used a lighter to soften the wax and gently scraped it off with a paper cutter. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the wooden board was engraved with Morse code written from "dots" and "strokes".

The Morse code translates into dozens of sets of numbers and letters, which seem to be irregular, and the letters on them are not even words.

Could it be the code of a program, or the password of a file? It must be important data to be able to put so much effort into hiding. Let's back it up first, he thought, maybe it will come in handy in the future.

Owen returned to Ivy's room with a glass of warm water.

She was still asleep, her head wet and sweaty. It seems that the antipyretic is working.

He helped her wipe the sweat from her head and neck, and suddenly found that she was also sweating a lot, and her clothes were soaked.

Phew—he let out a long breath, which was not going to be easy.

Lilian's uncooperative appearance just now, calling her over is also adding to the chaos. If you don't change Ivy and sleep in wet clothes, I'm afraid that her condition will be worse.

The girl, offended, he bowed his hand.

He opened Ivy's closet and sighed again. This is like a girl's wardrobe, with more than a dozen pieces of clothes of different thicknesses, I think it has to cope with the four seasons of the year. There is basically no skirt, and the only one is still worn from me a few days ago.

Find her pajamas, help her sit up, and help her change them with her eyes closed.

"Uh-huh—" She snorted softly in a daze.

There was only one bedside lamp in the room.

Fingers inevitably touched the smooth skin of her back and waist, and Owen couldn't help but tremble his hands, muttering in his heart: Don't move, don't look at indecency......

After scrambling to change his clothes, Owen sat down on a low stool beside the bed. His heart was still beating a little chaotic, and his eyes fell on the storage shelf at the head of the bed, trying to see something to calm his mind.

It's a bit girly here, and he looks at it with interest, and the shelves are decorated with dolls, musical children, cartoon photo frames, and the like.

Suddenly, Owen stood up suddenly, and a sharp light burst out from his originally soft gaze. He walked to the head of the bed in three or two steps, leaned over and took a picture frame from the shelf.

He stared at the photo frame of a teenage girl wearing a yellow cartoon T-shirt with a high ponytail and a red rope around her neck with a round pendant.

This is his pendant, with the letters "Lian" engraved on it, clearly visible, and he has been wearing it for as long as he can remember. What the letters on the pendant meant, who put it on him, no one can tell him.

The person in the photo is the girl who once saved him, and this pendant was given to her by himself, and he will never forget her appearance for the rest of his life.

But how could her picture be here......? The surprise in his heart was instantly replaced by fear.

It was as if an invisible hand grabbed his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe and a dull pain in his chest.

"Ivy, wake up, wake up. ”

Owen woke her up as if he had lost his mind.

"You...... I, where am I?" Ivy opened her eyes drowsily, as if she had lost her memory for a moment, and looked at Owen in distraction.

"This is your house, you have a fever, I just sent you back. Owen replied.

"Oh, yes, yes, I'm confused. Ivy came to her senses and smiled at Owen.

"Who is this, and who is the person in this picture?" Owen asked eagerly, pointing to the picture.

Ivy noticed that his face was pale and his eyes were full of anxiety. Confused, she asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Tell me, who is this?" Owen was so anxious that he almost lost his mind.

"This ......," Ivy glanced at the photo, "It's me, what's wrong?"

Owen frowned, his expression was grim, his expression stiffened as if he was wearing a mask, and an unfathomable chill emanated from his body.

He had never hated himself for a moment like he did now.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Ivy got up from the bed with one hand, not caring about the pain in her body.

Owen paused and stammered, "You...... You should...... Drink water. ”

"Ahem—" Ivy coughed with a dry, itchy throat.

Owen hurriedly stood up, patted her gently on the back, and passed the glass to her lips.

Ivy took two large sips of water, her dry and burning throat was slightly relieved, and suddenly a wave of dizziness hit her, and she closed her eyes and moaned twice.

"Lie down. Owen helped her lie down, blaming himself in his heart.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little dizzy. Ivy was fine, her constricted brow couldn't fool anyone.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" Owen muttered three words.

"What are you, I'm going to die, don't, don't joke with me. Ivy's voice grew louder and louder, and after a while she fell back into a deep sleep.

Owen covered her and stared at her face. Suddenly, her facial features began to change, and she finally became one with the girl in the photo.

For so many years, he has been alone. Life has never taught him how to love, and he rightfully reciprocates the world with indifference.

However, people are not plants. The girl in the photo is cherished by him in a corner of his heart, even if it is only occasionally remembered, it can give him a moment of warmth.

Owen didn't expect that the story of his reunion with her would be full of exploitation and deception.

As soon as his legs were weak, he knelt on one leg, and a sharp pain hit his heart, like a sharp sword piercing his heart, and every nerve in his body was trembling.