They didn't dare sit on the tree stumps, which showed no hint of light or shadow, or crouch near the white pits left behind after the stones had been moved.
The group found a thick patch of grass nearby and sat in a circle, like they were camping outdoors.
When they'd colored everything in, they hadn't expected to enter the world outside the window. So at the time, aside from the grass that Ben Yu had been responsible for and the blue sky Yuan Ling had taken on,
everyone else had simply grabbed their paintbrushes and colored in the crooked lines at random.
That was how they'd ended up with duck-yellow sheep,
pitch-black tree stumps,
and brown-black woods in the distance.
The combination of colors made the whole scene look strange and distorted, yet gave it a unique kind of beauty.
Perhaps they should be glad that the grassland was the work of Ben Yu, a man with an artistic streak.
Otherwise, they'd be stuck in a world of completely jumbled colors.
"By the way, um... do you think he's constipated?"
Yuan Ling looked around at the empty surroundings. The only sound was the wind brushing through the grass. She tentatively asked Zheng Wuyou, who was sitting beside her.
"..." In this world, there were no watches or clocks, and Zheng Wuyou had no way to tell how much time had passed. She let out a heavy sigh.
She'd also noticed that the person who'd gone off alone to take a dump still hadn't come back.
An orange-red sun hung high in the blue sky, without the slightest sign of moving.
If not for the wind blowing and the sheep moving slowly, they would've thought time had stopped.
Just as the young people were about to get up and look