"I've planted rosebuds in the wound on his neck. I am sure his friends will see the consequence of disturbing Master Yang Zhang's sleep," Roselia said. She giggled light as she was proud of her own work, especially that she could ward off the enemy without alerting Master Yang Zhang.
Because Master Yang Zhang was her priority. She refused to wake him up, even if there was a literal nuclear war outside.
"I guess I can sleep now. I'll decorate the yard tomorrow morning," Roselia said as she plunged herself into a deep hole that was supposed to be a baby's grave.
Of course, Roselia could root herself somewhere else. She could even root in the front yard if she wanted.
But to be in the same soil with the skeletal remains of this baby boy felt a lot more comfortable for her to rest.
