Ever since she was a child, Suisui loved collecting beautiful trinkets. Whether it was a dyed feather or a gleaming gemstone, everything found a home in her little treasure box. Over time, her collection grew into a glittering hoard of jade and jewelry, which she took endless delight in using to dress up Yangyang. Among all of them, her absolute favorite remained the green jade pendant gifted by her parents. The jade was as warm and smooth as gentle water, carved into the shape of a bird poised to take flight at any moment. "Wear this jade close to your heart, and let your spirit soar. May you spread your wings like the Chongming bird, with eyes unclouded, and a path always clear before you."

A folding fan crafted by the finest artisans of Mengzhou. Its face features a landscape embroidered with ultra-fine gold and emerald threads. Distant mountains rise like dark jade, mist hovers over the nearby waters, and a few koi fish swim leisurely through river weed. It is a masterpiece of breathtaking beauty. The year Suisui took charge of the Commerce Guild, a massive crisis threatened to collapse everything she had built. Competitors pooled their pressure, and allies turned their backs one by one. Trapped in her study for three whole days, she was on the verge of signing the file of surrender. But on the fourth morning, as she pushed open the window for air, her eyes fell upon this old fan resting on her desk. She remembered buying it with the very first gold she had ever earned, back when her younger self declared she would "hold the rivers and mountains in the palm of my hand." Gripping the fan, Suisui channeled her Forte into it. Watching the embroidered ripples slowly stir to life, her chaotic thoughts finally settled. Eventually, she overcame that crisis. From that day on, she kept the fan by her side, its face alive with silver waves, soaring birds, and swimming fish. Looking at the scenery, it was as if she were gazing upon her favorite view of all: a world at peace.

When Suisui was twelve, she and Yangyang used fresh peach-blossom juice to dye two stacks of letter paper. Holding her brush with utmost care, Suisui drew a pair of little birds snuggling in the corner of the paper. The right one was herself, and the left was her little sister. Years later, Yangyang left for Jinzhou to become an Outrider, while Suisui continued her travels as a businesswoman. They kept in touch through letters, and Suisui carefully folded every message from her sister, keeping them tucked inside her letter stack. Years have passed, and the paper has long since run out. Unable to bring herself to use the very last blank sheet, Suisui keeps it safely on her study desk. The two snuggling birds in the corner have faded with time, smoothed over by countless tender touches. Yet, every time she pulls out her sister's letters to read, she feels that no matter how many miles separate them, those two clumsy, crooked little birds are still holding each other tight.