"Is it not possible?" Xizi Yue asked.
"Okay."
As she spoke, Xiaohongmao stood up expressionlessly, her body enveloped in a cocoon of light.
As the cocoon light shattered, her body returned to its original form: messy shoulder-length black hair, hollow-cheeked and sallow-faced, emaciated; she was the very image of a malnourished girl.
She was wearing an old men's T-shirt with jeans that didn't quite fit, as if they were scavenged from a second-hand clothing market.
Unlike her calm demeanor while transformed, Xiaohongmao now slightly turned her cheek, clasping her hands behind her back as though she didn't like to be seen in this embarrassing state.
Ash propped her chin, glanced at her, opened her mouth slightly but then halted, her eyes dropping to the table, and the tapping of her index finger on her arm ceased.
