Pan Xiaoxin’s small face was scrunched tight, unusually grave.

Honestly, he had no confidence either. He had simply come up with this idea because there was truly no other bow to be found. Whether it would actually work, he had no idea.

Yan Qingwen thought for a moment, then said, “How about this — let’s do another thorough search. If we still can’t find a bear wearing a red bow, and can’t find a bow like the right one either, we’ll try Xiaoxin’s approach.”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Bai Youwei spoke up: “The method for clearing the game should have a unique solution. If drawing dots on the red bow with a black marker works, would cutting a piece of red fabric and making a bow from scratch also work? While you’re looking, keep an eye out for matching fabric — something like a red furniture cover, or red doll clothing, for instance.”

“There should be plenty of options for that — I noticed quite a few plush dolls dressed in red just now,” Lu Ang said.

Teacher Cheng added, “I think I spotted some similar fabric too, over near the kitchen.”

Everyone spread out to search again. They went through the whole place, but still came up empty-handed.

Although they had the impression there were quite a few dolls wearing bows or red clothing, when they actually went looking, they found that either the color was off or the fabric wasn’t right.

Some reds were too dark, some too light; some leaned purple, others leaned orange. A few were the right shade of red, but in a plaid pattern.

The fabric itself was also a problem — silk and velvet, for instance, have completely different textures, and even if you cut and fashioned them into a bow, the shape would come out quite differently.

Everyone gathered back in the dining room downstairs. On the dining table sat two bears.

And one sewing kit.

Yan Qingwen said, “It looks like this approach fits the uniqueness requirement — worth a try. Who has the best craftsmanship?”

They would need to carefully remove the bow from the monkey’s tail, draw black dots of the right size, and then neatly sew it onto the collar of the little bear.

That sort of work was beyond most men.

Zhu Shu looked around at everyone. “…If none of you feel up to it, I can try.”

Li Li asked, “Zhu Shu knows needlework?”

“Stitching things together simply is no problem — anything more complex than that, and I wouldn’t know how,” Zhu Shu replied.

She finished speaking, then smiled faintly. “Don’t let my current appearance fool you — back when I was in school, I was very good at crafts.”

No one raised any objections.

Zhu Shu took up a pair of scissors and carefully removed the bow from the monkey’s tail, then compared it against the other bear and slowly drew in the black polka dots…

There was only this one red bow in the entire house, so not a single dot could go wrong — otherwise all their effort would be wasted.

Without realizing it, a fine sheen of perspiration appeared on Zhu Shu’s forehead, and her hands trembled slightly.

Yan Qingwen considered for a moment, then said quietly, “Let’s not all hover here — let’s give her some space. Let her work in peace.”

Zhu Shu was momentarily startled, then gave Yan Qingwen a grateful smile.

The others, too, gradually realized that crowding around wasn’t helpful — it would only make Zhu Shu more nervous.

But the house was this small; there was nowhere to really disappear to. A few of them headed upstairs to see if they could find any more clues related to summer or autumn.

Everything that could be searched had already been searched. Shen Mo doubted another pass would yield anything different.

He stayed on the first floor and pulled a chair over to sit beside Bai Youwei and rest.

Yan Qingwen also came over and stood by the window, watching the mother bear waiting quietly outside.

“A two-and-a-half-story house — a thorough search shouldn’t take more than two hours. But the time the game system has allocated is a full eight hours, and even once you find the right item, you still have to wait for those eight hours to pass before moving on to the next season… Why do you think that is?” he asked.

“To make us more anxious…” Shen Mo said quietly, “…more prone to doubt, more uncertain.”