Han Jing replied to them with absolute calmness, "Not curious."
The two of them slumped over the table, pretending to be dead.
None of them realized that in the next room, at some unknown point, a mysterious black figure had appeared. The figure walked to the bedside and sat down, looking tenderly at the child sleeping on the bed. After a long hesitation, the figure finally extended a hand to lightly touch Xiao Xue's face.
The next morning, Han Jing and the others took Xiao Xue for a stroll on the street, but surprisingly, the little girl's enthusiasm seemed unusually low today.
This left the three of them quite puzzled, asking her, "Xiao Xue, what's wrong with you today?"
