The void.
Countless threads of karma suddenly fell into disarray.
The person behind it all seemed to have been guarding against Ye Qingxian interfering. They always managed to sever the threads of karma one step ahead, leaving Ye Qingxian with nowhere to vent her pent-up fury.
This lowly method, useless everywhere else, could only work in this tiny world. Ye Qingxian was so angry she nearly lost it. She was about to take Yue Wuhua's suggestion and use the crude, straightforward method of tipping the whole world out like beans from a bamboo tube. That was bound to flush out the little rat hiding in the sewers.
Ye Qingxian was already close to seeing red. She could only return to the cozy little home she shared with her Junior Sister, her heart full of grievances.
I was on the sofa, playing with my two daughters.
When Ye Qingxian saw I was back, her eyes brightened ever so slightly. Then she seemed to remember something, and they dimmed again.
"Senior Sister, where did you go?" I gazed at the girl before me, still as radiant as ever, my voice sweet as honey.
Hearing her Junior Sister speak just like she used to, Ye Qingxian felt a pang in her heart.
She even felt that her Junior Sister had grown distant.
She was reflecting on herself. They weren't even dating, so why was she so anxious and insecure?
Ye Qingxian clearly remembered Yue Wuhua telling her that love meant being anxious and insecure, which was why it needed so much reassurance and countless reaffirmations of choice.
"I went to buy corn." Ye Qingxian put an ear of corn into Yang Xiaomao's little paw—she was about as tall as the corn—then let go and left her to it. Yang Xiaomao stared at it