"Look at this tree again... Junior Sister," Song Yin pointed at a tree, asking Lingdang.
"I know, I know!"
Lingdang hopped about, raising a hand high as if she were a child in a school eager to show off.
"It's all guts and corpses; the whole mountain is full of them, planted all over, extremely splendid, fun, so much fun!"
Lingdang's smile, half excited, half mad, was witnessed by the three, who inexplicably felt a chill in their hearts and a touch of wariness in their eyes.
Song Yin gazed at Lingdang, purse his lips slightly, his eyes filled half with pity, half with sorrow...
His pupils constricted back to normal, and he reached out to touch the top of Lingdang's head, saying gently with a smile, "Junior Sister speaks truly."
The three blinked, pressed their lips together, wanting to say something but not daring to.
How could that be right? She's just parroting what you said, isn't she?
