Mikel Anderson stared at Lyra Smith's expression: "You can't really do it, can you?"
Lyra nodded. "Yes, I can."
"Really?"
"Why would I lie? If I can do it, I can. If not, then not."
Mikel went silent.
Though Lyra could do it, she hadn't done it in many years, so her skills were a bit rusty, and the result wasn't very refined. If she practiced a few more times, she'd be able to do it exactly as she did when she was a child.
"Is that all?" Lyra asked. "Did you two talk about anything else?"
"No, that's it." Mikel replied.
Lyra looked at Mikel a few times and felt that there was really nothing else, she didn't ask further, saying, "You can go now."
Mikel took her phone. Lyra said, "Can you not take my phone today? It's really inconvenient for me when you do."
"No."
Mikel took her phone away: "Uncle is picking me up to go to the old house. Have a good dream tonight."
Lyra: "..."
Uncle took Mikel back to live in the old house.
This was a fact right before her eyes.
