But, no one answered her.
"Uncle, if you're still here, say something. I'm going to... take a bath."
Ningtuo waited, yet all remained silent here, with only a scent of flowers and the smell of blood. Not a single chirp from an insect could be heard.
"Uncle, Ningtuo is bathing now, don't peek."
"If you peek, you will have to marry me when I grow up. If you refuse to marry me, I will..."
Her black skirt slowly slipped off, and Ningtuo plunged into the water, only showing her little head above the surface, her face expressing an innocent look, but caution still lingered.
Eventually, after an unknown amount of time, Ningtuo emerged from the water.
She looked up at the sky, her pitch-black pupils devoid of any emotion, but her voice intentionally made to sound childish: "Uncle, I'll remember you."
She was only filled with fear towards the unknown voice. Her behaviour just now was merely her acting on survival instincts.
