"You, are you talking about your freakish centipede?"
"Yep, yep, exactly, that's my pride and joy," Yueyue nodded vehemently.
Qiqi glanced sideways at a forty-five-degree angle, blinked, and recalled that the centipede seemed to have appeared when Yueyue had just learned to walk. Curious about its many legs, she had toddled up to Aunt Baihe, pointing at the centipede on the ground, and chanted in single syllables, "Aunt, catch, catch."
