The Ubume Bird's brows furrowed, eyes wide with fury, lips tightened, about to retort but then, suddenly, her arrogance fell away. She knelt on the ground, lay on her side, covered her face pretending to cry, "I trusted you wholeheartedly, yet you deceive and bully me. I am but a pen you're about to discard. How could you be so ruthless? Alas, it's my fate, who told me to commit so many sins in the past. Woe be it, this is my retribution... Whimper, whimper, whimper..."
She cried non-stop, wiping away non-existent tears, thoroughly insincere.
Lin Suqing glanced at her sideways, unfeelingly said, "Then cry for a while, for I must go up to the library to look for a few books."
"Look for what books? Are they more interesting to look at than me?" asked the Ubume Bird, pitifully.
"A few old texts. Naturally, they're not as vivid as you, but they are more useful than you," Lin Suqing muttered casually, then pretended to leave.
