Su Ming'an was taken aback and squatted down to check.
"Be careful, some bones are sharp, watch out they don't hurt you." Perhaps driven by his overwhelming helpfulness, this good old man worried about everything and immediately handed Su Ming'an a pair of thick gloves.
"You're just like Doraemon..." Su Ming'an put on the gloves.
"Dora... what?" The person shook his head.
"Nothing." Su Ming'an tested out, figuring this person must be a local in Luowasha.
He fumbled around, and there lay a skeleton mostly buried in the earth. Just by the remains of tattered fabric on the skeleton, it seemed to be women's clothing. There was a red knot on the wrist, resembling a woman's hair tie.
"Apologies," Su Ming'an silently mouthed.
"There's a wooden plaque here, held in the skeleton's hand," the person beside him said.
Su Ming'an took off the gloves and touched it; it was inscribed with Luowasha language, a phrase carved on it:
...
[I finally met him, but he wasn't what I imagined.]
