Chapter 430 - 349: Should I Eat the Hallucinogenic Mushroom?
Wen Ying looked up and saw Little Kongjian, whom she hadn’t seen for a long time, staring at her with teary eyes.
Wen Ying got up, walked over to Kong Jian, and pulled him into a hug.
Sensing that something was amiss with Wen Ying’s emotions, Kong Jian obediently let her hold him without saying a word.
’But his face and clothes are dirty. Won’t I get Liger’s clothes dirty?’
’But Liger doesn’t seem to mind at all.’
Kong Jian leaned into Liger’s embrace and slowly closed his eyes, not stirring until he felt something gently wiping his face.
Only then did Kong Jian open his eyes.
He was now lying on a crude wooden plank, and Liger was wiping his face with a damp towel.
A bit awkward... Σ(っ°Д°;)っ
’Did I actually fall asleep in Liger’s arms?’
"You’re awake?" Wen Ying looked at Kong Jian with a faint smile. "This is Liger’s fault. I didn’t take good care of you."
’Wen Ying remembered the System saying that Kong Jian was fine and that she should head to the Mist as soon as possible.’
’But now, looking at the little guy’s grimy face and his clothes that were not just filthy but also tattered...’
’She had no idea what the little guy had been through, or if he had suffered at all.’
Kong Jian immediately scrambled up from the wooden bed, looking at Wen Ying with anxiety and concern. "Liger, I’m fine! Liger, I’m really okay! Liger, I haven’t suffered one bit!"
His desperate eagerness made him look like a pitiful little thing, terrified of being abandoned if he said a single wrong word.
As he spoke, Kong Jian suddenly reached into a small, torn pocket and pulled out a pink hair clip.
The pink clip had a small ornament on it. It wasn’t large; you could tell at a glance it was meant for a little girl.
Wen Ying froze the moment she saw the hair clip.
Seeing Liger’s reaction, Kong Jian grew uneasy but said nothing to disturb her.
With a trembling hand, Wen Ying took the pink hair clip. She turned her back to Kong Jian as tears streamed down her face.
After a moment’s pause, Wen Ying turned back to Kong Jian. "Little Kongjian, where did you get this hair clip?"
Kong Jian shook his head, then looked down. "I was just standing where I saw Shihuhu when this hair clip suddenly fell from the sky. I liked it and wanted to give it to Shihuhu, so I put it in my pocket."
"Shihuhu, Kong Jian doesn’t know where it came from either."
"Shihuhu, please don’t be sad, okay?"
Wen Ying nodded, setting a new set of clothes to the side for Little Kongjian to change into.
She turned and walked a short distance away, gazing at the pink hair clip in her palm.
’The first time she’d seen this hair clip, it had been pinned in long, seaweed-like golden hair.’
’No other accessories, just this one simple pink clip.’
’During her battle with that monster of a Director, she remembered that when Sayia appeared, she had also been wearing this pink hair clip.’
’Back then, she hadn’t paid it any mind, so she couldn’t remember if the clip had shattered when Sayia disappeared.’
’Could it still exist?’
"Liger, I’m done changing."
Kong Jian said in a low voice, standing a short distance behind Wen Ying.
Wen Ying casually pinned the pink clip in her hair, then turned around with a smile. "Thank you, Kong Jian. Liger likes this clip very much."
Hearing Wen Ying’s words, the corners of Kong Jian’s mouth curved into a smile.
Revealing two shallow dimples.
"Liger, are we going to stay here?"
Looking at the nearby ruins, Kong Jian thought there was nothing fun to do here.
"No, let’s go find Little White."
’Those people who left the asylum must have returned to the real world. This time, because of my stream, those foreigners are probably going to stir up some trouble.’
’Even though she wasn’t part of any official organization, she was still a little worried.’
’Now, everyone knew what the Mist was.’
’The Mist didn’t seem to appear with any discernible pattern. She wondered how much panic it was causing.’
’I should go back and check things out.’
Kong Jian nodded. He had been all alone for the past few days, and without Da Guo around, he’d been bored and had missed him.
"Little Kongjian, aren’t you curious about what Liger ran into here?"
Kong Jian looked at Wen Ying with his misty eyes. "I am curious. But Liger will definitely tell me when you’re ready to talk about it."
’This child... so understanding it makes my heart ache.’
"Little Kongjian, you’re very strong, very capable, and you can protect yourself. So Liger has to tell you."
’What would happen if Little Kongjian entered the Mist?’
’Wen Ying wasn’t sure, but she was certain he’d be able to protect himself.’
’After all, Kong Jian could hold his own against Little White.’
She briefly told him what had happened at the asylum. As she spoke, she saw Little Kongjian’s face turn pale, and the hand holding hers tightened its grip involuntarily.