Lin Sanjiu did not know if the snake-faced person could hear her. But, right now, Lin Sanjiu's ears were filled with her own heavy breathing. She felt her blood freeze in her veins.
"Whir... Where, are you, from?" The cracks on the snake-faced person deepened, forming a cavernous, dark, canyon-like smile.
She found the language it spoke novel and odd. It rolled its forked tongue, surprisingly revealing an interest in continuing on: "You, talk."
Lin Sanjiu never imagined that this snake-faced person could speak human language.
Although she knew that this situation was beyond her control, her regret swallowed her heart whole as if a poisonous snake. [I shouldn't have touched that meaty apple! I'm too rash!]
[What should I do now?]
Seeing that she wasn't responding, the snake-face person grew impatient. It uncoiled its tail, and its body rose. It watched Lin Sanjiu closely with its pair of vertical pupils.
"Where... are you, from?"
