Talking rabbits?
I'd just been wondering whether things from fairy tales could seep into this world. It seemed the situation wasn't looking good.
"What if we accidentally run into them?"
Fu Qian continued.
"Then don't pay them any attention, especially don't listen to them talk."
Honey warned him with unusual firmness.
"Otherwise, they'll take you into the fairy tale."
"Got it."
Fu Qian looked at her.
"Actually, when I was dreaming just now, I ran into some talking rabbits."
"You talked to them?"
As soon as Fu Qian said that, Honey jerked her hand away as if she'd been shocked.
"Yeah."
Fu Qian took the green apple out of his pocket.
"I even gave them apples to eat. Too bad they didn't like them very much."
After taking control of Violetta's body, he'd quickly noticed how heavy his pocket was. He'd realized later that it was full of his spoils from before.
He hadn't expected the apple to come with him despite his body being gone. Even that weird-tasting cube of sugar was still there.
"Wherever you are, it's best not to talk to them."
Honey stared at the apple in Fu Qian's hand and swallowed instinctively.
"Soufflé said they'd make you forget the way home, and what Mom looked like."
"I've already forgotten a little."
Fu Qian rubbed the apple in his hand.
It certainly looked delicious, but he definitely couldn't let Honey eat it.
"It's okay. You'll remember."
Honey hesitated briefly, then took his hand.
"We've all forgotten before. As long as we're careful not to fall in again, we'll remember little by little."
"We've been here a long time, haven't we?"
"Yeah, a long time."
Honey gazed at Fu Qian with sympathy.
"You've been sleeping more and more lately. That's really bad... We should go back