Ludmila walked in the middle of the column, accompanied by the nurses from the field hospital.
She kept staring at the white horse carrying wounded soldiers not far away.
Sufang asked curiously, "Why are you looking at the white horse?"
Ludmila whispered, "He would have never let the wounded use his white horse before, definitely not."
"Who?" Sufang didn't catch on at first, then realized, "Oh, 'he' huh, he's grown up, that word is... yes, transformation! I read a book about insects; many insects start as larvae and end up inside a cocoon, and when they emerge, they turn into butterflies."
Ludmila looked at Sufang, "The Book of Insects? The one written by that Carolingian biologist?"
"Seems like it."
Ludmila shook her head and continued watching the white horse, "Can people really change that completely? Isn't there a saying that it's easier to change rivers and mountains than one's nature?
