Mingshu, seemingly out of nowhere, fished out a fire-poking stick. She weighed it in her hand to test the feel, then started to scribble on the wall in deliberate strokes.
"What are you doing?" After hesitating for a moment, Si Chu still moved closer to her.
Without looking back, Mingshu said, "Can't you see? I'm leaving a note. We have to leave some sort of message after eating someone's food, don't we?"
Si Chu stared at her crooked and twisted handwriting, the corner of his mouth twitching involuntarily.
Had she not said anything, he would have thought she was drawing devil's talismans!
Mingshu herself was utterly oblivious, slowly finishing her scribbles with a triumphant curl of her lips, she dusted off her hands. "All done!"
Si Chu looked closely, and once again couldn't help the twitch at the corner of his mouth.
There, she had written—
