In the morning forest, the trees were lush and green, with a thin mist lingering, carrying a touch of damp chill. Sunlight, like fine golden sand, scattered through the gaps between the trees.
Among the thick decayed leaves and rotten wood, young grass struggled to squeeze out, shaking its blades to absorb the sunlight and dew.
Drip!
Dew from the tree dripped down, hitting the little white grass body below that looked like a cloud of mist.
It felt cool and a bit ticklish.
Jiang Yuebai moved uncomfortably, wanting to stretch her tendons and bones, but suddenly couldn't feel the presence of her hands.
She wanted to open her eyes... uh...
She had no eyes, no hands, and no feet!
She had turned into a little white grass growing under a slender banyan tree, a newly born, weak little white grass incapable of taking care of itself.
