However, that little girl's subsequent actions took Chen Yang by surprise.
At under ten years of age, she had the wariness of a fifty-year-old. She scuttled and hid all the way, taking circuitous routes, displaying craftiness beyond that of a rat. She particularly liked squeezing into narrow spaces. If Chen Yang hadn't ramped up his sensitivity, his auditory and visual capacities intensifying several times over, he might have lost her.
Half an hour later, the little girl halted, pausing in front of the ruins of a building. She looked around warily before gradually crouching and crawling into a gap in the debris.
"Ah, you've finally made it home, have you?"
Chen Yang stepped over, his focus on the entrance of the rubble...
It was just a hole fitting only for a child to crawl through – he, with his size, definitely wouldn't be able to squeeze in. Moreover, he wouldn't want to get into such a tight space where he couldn't stretch his body.
