"...No, it's not working," Lu Jingzhi felt a bit frustrated, "I can't help but focus my power on my fingertips and release it."
It seemed as if an idea had flashed through her mind, but like a shooting star, it left only a small tail, making it impossible to grasp.
"I can't figure it out. It must be because I'm hungry."
Touching her stomach, she leisurely headed home.
"Oh my, Xiaomiao? How did you end up like this?"
Recognizing the voice, Lu Jingzhi slowed her pace and smiled, "Aunt An."
Mrs. An was wearing thick clothes, holding her grandson by the hand, and walked two quick steps to Lu Jingzhi's side.
In her eyes, Lu Jingzhi could see herself now.
Her hair was soaked by sweat after exercising, and the messy bangs were sticking uncomfortably by her eyes. She lifted her hand to sweep them away, but they were frozen solid by the cold wind.
Now, she looked like a unicorn.
