After getting on the bus.
The old lady's body began to undergo a miraculous transformation.
The puppet on her hand charged with providing sensory and language abilities transformed into a young girl, about 14 years old... As for the old lady's body, it deflated once more, transforming into a floral crimson kimono worn by the young girl.
This series of transformations indirectly indicated that the old lady was just a puppet.
The puppet on her hand used for storytelling was the real entity.
The young girl had kaleidoscopic eyes, and anyone who met her gaze found it hard to look away… except for Han Dong.
Gently tapping the seat next to her with her palm, she signaled Han Dong to come over.
"I'm not sure how I should address you now."
Han Dong felt it was a bit inappropriate to keep calling this youthful figure in front of him an old lady.
"I am unworthy of the name my parents bestowed upon me... You can call me 'Ling', the pen name I frequently use."
"A writer?"
