Lily's heart sank. She had just realized that the emerald ring her grandmother had given her was gone.

It wasn't just any ring. It was the one her grandmother had placed on her finger on her 18th birthday. After her grandmother passed away, the ring became her most cherished keepsake. Whenever she faced difficulties, she would gently touch its surface, drawing warmth and strength from the past.

She frantically tore her apartment apart. Drawers, jewelry boxes, coat pockets, the washing machine... she checked every possible place, even sifting through the trash. But the familiar glint of green was nowhere to be found.

Two days passed, and the ring was still missing. Lily's initial anxiety turned into deep self-reproach and despair. She blamed her carelessness, and the thought of having permanently lost that connection made her feel hollowed out.

"I'm a terrible granddaughter," she said to the empty room. "I lost the most important thing."

Just as she was about to give up, she remembered an online divination tool a colleague had mentioned, which was supposedly good for "finding lost things." She had always been skeptical of such things, but right now, she was willing to try anything.

She opened the elegantly designed website and, focusing her mind, typed in the box: "I lost my grandmother's ring. Can it be found?"

The result was "Da An" (Great Peace). The interpretation gave her a jolt of hope:

"Though the object is displaced, its spirit is not far. Quiet your mind and do not search in distant places. It rests in a soft, clean place filled with memories. Think back to the last place you felt its presence; the answer is nearby."

"A soft, clean place filled with memories..." Lily closed her eyes and tried to recall.

The last time she clearly remembered wearing it was last weekend, when she was organizing old photo albums at home. The sun was shining, and she was turning the ring on her finger unconsciously while looking at photos of her young grandmother.

The photo albums!

She rushed to her study and pulled the heavy albums from the shelf. She carefully opened the first one. Halfway through, a small, green ring slipped from between the pages and landed on the soft wool carpet with a faint thud.

There it was!

Lily picked it up, her hands trembling. In that moment, tears of joy streamed down her face. She remembered now: she had taken it off to avoid scratching the old photos and had tucked it inside the album for safekeeping, then completely forgot.

She slipped the ring back on her finger, its cool touch instantly reassuring. This experience of loss and recovery made her cherish its emotional value even more.

It wasn't just a ring; it was her grandmother's love, a family memory, a token reminding her where she came from. And the divination, like a wise guide, hadn't pointed to a specific location but had given her the crucial clue, allowing her to find the treasure herself, through her own memories.