"Master, you should go out now." The sapling said feebly as it gazed at its little master, who was gently caressing the ice coffin. Its tree face was practically scrunched together.
"The sun rises and sets, day after day. Master, you've already holed up in here for more than two years. Besides the first six months, when your conscious advanced a level while you were unconscious, afterwards, I've felt that you've been sleeping as much as you've been awake." It was like she was lifeless, no, it was more like she loathed the world.
"Qiuqiu, are you disappointed in me." Qiao Mu murmured faintly.
The sapling shook its pointy tree head like a rattle-drum. "I'm not! Qiuqiu loves Master so very much, forever and ever."
"Don't hang out with that water blob in the future." The sapling's tone of voice was getting more and more influenced by it.
Qiao Mu stood up and walked towards the treehouse she dwelled in.
