The cushion was perfectly placed.
Tang Jin lay on the ground, continuing to write.
Unconsciously, the two of them sat down on the floor as well.
Even though it was somewhat dark around them, and what had happened with the mirror before was spine-chilling, watching Tang Jin, both felt their initially panicked emotions settle down significantly.
They waited while Little Bun, holding the talisman paper, turned around to stick them one by one on places like curtains and doorways.
All the places that could let in air were covered with them.
The little tyke was so small, resembling an animated little milk bear moving about, and even if its steps were stable, looking from behind—only made it cuter.
Tang Jin was oblivious to what they were thinking and busied herself with sticking talisman paper, then stood with the mirror in the middle of the room, looked up, and glanced at the two young ladies.
Little Bun kindly reminded them.
"I might drop it, you know."
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