At that moment, after the Little Demon King hung up the phone, he climbed onto the bed and pulled out the conch Little Cherry had given him from under the pillow, listening to it by his ear.
His little brows furrowed bit by bit.
He still couldn't hear Little Cherry's voice, which had promised to wish him a "good night" every day. Perhaps she had forgotten to say it...
The Little Demon King lay on the pillow, holding the conch and turning it over and over, almost discovering new patterns in its surface.
Afterward, he brought the conch to his mouth, awkwardly pretending it was a phone, and murmured to himself, "Little liar, where have you run off to? Why aren't you going to preschool?"
"I'm telling you, if you don't come to preschool again, I won't play with you anymore."
"If I don't see you tomorrow, I'll get angry. Just so you know, when I get angry, the consequences are very serious!"
