When she raised her head again, the red-eyed python had a flower clamped in its mouth.
The old woman froze.
The red-eyed python moved close to the old woman.
The petals pressed against the glass window.
They outlined a clear shape.
The old woman's lips trembled.
After a long while, the old woman finally forced a sound from her throat.
"Qian Qian..."
The old woman stared blankly at the red-eyed python.
"F-for me?"
This was a small yellow flower.
Its vivid color lit up this space.
The chaos and frenzy from before seemed to have been swept away.
The atmosphere softened.
"Wow~"
The onlookers let out quiet gasps.
The scene was too beautiful for them to disturb.
"That python brought the old woman a flower..."
Everyone almost thought that the memory they had just experienced was an illusion...
The python frantically ramming the glass...
The tense air...
Their own terror...
The struggling old woman trying to break free from their grasp...
The old woman's screams...
Everything had been so chaotic...
How had it, in the blink of an eye...
turned into such a warm scene?
The python that had been crazed before had calmed down.
It even seemed to possess a hint of... gentleness?
They rubbed their eyes.
They hadn't seen wrong, had they?
"That's amazing..."
"Has that python become a spirit?"
"It can actually bring someone a flower?"
"That old woman..."
"Is she very close to that python?"
"Definitely."
"Didn't you see? When that python went berserk just now, that old woman looked like she was about to go berserk too."
"What are you talking about?"
"She was obviously worried."
"That's what I meant."
"I was trying to highlight how agitated and out of control the old woman was just now."
"Didn't you see how those staff members nearly