"Poor thing."
"That cat had been dead for a while."
"But that child seemed not to notice, and kept hitting it again and again."
"I called out to him."
The old woman suddenly sucked in a sharp breath.
Xiao Xiao hurriedly reached out to support her arm. "Are you all right?"
Her wrinkled hand clutched Xiao Xiao's.
Cold, and trembling slightly.
"That child turned around..."
"That expression..."
"It was terrifying."
The old woman's voice trembled.
"Really terrifying."
"For a moment, I thought that child was going to kill me to silence me—"
"You're talking nonsense again."
Another old person's voice cut in.
"...Dear?"
The old woman turned to look at the open door of her home.
"I was wondering what that rustling sound at the door was..."
The old man rolled his eyes.
"So it was you muttering to yourself."
"What do you mean, talking nonsense?"
The old woman still remembered what he'd just said.
"Everything I said was true."
"That child... really was frightening."
"Didn't you say the child ran off as soon as he saw you?"
The old man looked at Xiao Xiao. "She just likes to exaggerate."
"What do you mean, exaggerate?"
The old woman was displeased.
"Didn't the child run off as soon as he saw you?"
The old man's words left the old woman momentarily at a loss.
"...Yes... So what?"
But if the child hadn't run off, she would have.
No.
Only after the child had run far away did she realize that her whole body had gone stiff.
Forget running away.
She couldn't even move.
She was terribly cold.
She hadn't dared look ahead at all.
The cat's pitiful state had lingered before her eyes.
Her heart had been pounding.
It took a long time for feeling to return to her limbs. Only