Chapter 325 – Your family’s plum blossom is lost again (2)
She really couldn’t remember anything else.
Yan Luo carefully searched through her memories, pressed her lips together, then took small steps forward.
In any case, she needed to find her way home first.
According to the original owner’s memories, she should go this way…?
She had no idea how long she had been walking when she blinked and looked around.
“L-L-Little Pink… why do I feel like I’ve ended up right back where I started? There’s no such thing as ghost barriers in this world, right??”
Little Pink : [Dear Host, based on my detection, there aren’t any.]
Yan Luo : “Yeah, I’m way more useful than your detection, and I didn’t sense anything either.”
Little Pink : [……]
Yan Luo licked her lips slightly, her delicate little face scrunching up. Unwilling to accept this, she lifted her foot and continued walking.
The little girl’s hair was still short, just reaching her shoulders, fluffy and soft, making her round apple-like face look even cuter.
Dressed in an adorable little uniform, her big round eyes shone brightly, lips pressed together tightly. She looked like she had encountered some trouble but stubbornly kept moving forward.
Absolutely adorable.
A thin layer of sweat formed on her forehead as she stared at her surroundings.
Damn it, why was she back here again?!
[Dear Host, you’re the one going in circles.] Little Pink commented. [And you’ve been retracing your own wrong path over and over again.]
Yan Luo : ……
This was ridiculous.
Carefully analyzing the paths, Yan Luo finally spoke to Little Pink in shock, “Scam Pink, I just realized… I have absolutely no sense of direction in this world…!”
[Mhm, I noticed.] If she hadn’t, after all those circles, she’d be really seeing ghosts.
This was insane.
“Then how do I get back?” Yan Luo ruffled her hair in frustration, looking around. “There aren’t even any police officers around here.”
Just as she was worrying, the drizzle suddenly turned into a heavy downpour.
Talk about misfortune never coming alone.
Yan Luo let out a small yelp and scrambled toward the nearest shelter under a shop’s eaves.
It was chilly, and whether it was her own emotions or the lingering ones from the original owner, her lips pressed together slightly, and a trace of grievance and helplessness appeared in her eyes.
Slowly, she crouched down, curling into a ball, burying her little head in her arms. Yet, she still found the energy to ask Little Pink in her mind, “Scam Pink, should I cry now to show my helplessness?”
[…Alright, shut up. Don’t talk to me.] From an outsider’s perspective, she looked pitiful, but the moment she spoke, it completely ruined the mood.
Yan Luo huffed softly. Maybe it really was a bit cold. Her small body already had weak immunity, and she had been wandering around in this weather for too long. Her nose felt a little itchy.
As she rubbed her nose against her sleeve, a slightly youthful voice suddenly sounded nearby, carrying a hint of roguish arrogance.
“Hey, what are you doing here?”
Mu Ci glanced at the little girl curled up under the shop’s eaves, his eyes flashing with something unreadable.
The little girl seemed to freeze for a moment at his voice, then slowly lifted her head.
A delicate, porcelain-white face, big watery eyes filled with confusion and uncertainty. Her little nose was red—had she been crying just now?
She looked pitiful, like a small abandoned animal.
Though she was damp and a little disheveled, her soft, fluffy hair still had an irresistibly plush look.