"...just a child."
"That too."
"Reality really is reality."
"In novels..."
"Not many people in real life get to have this kind of experience either."
"Don't be too greedy."
"...If I had this kind of experience, I'd probably lie in bed at night with a huge grin on my face."
"Haha."
"Exactly."
The old woman examined the flower in her palm.
The soft touch made her heart itch a little.
The old woman's expression grew gentler and gentler.
"Qian Qian."
The old woman's eyes curved into crescents.
"Thank you."
"It's a beautiful flower."
"I like it very much."
The old woman's heart felt warm and soft.
The old woman carefully curled her five fingers inward without touching the flower.
She mustn't touch the flower.
Once she went back, she would turn it into a bookmark.
Then she would have two bookmarks made from flowers given to her by the red-eyed python.
The smile on the old woman's face refused to fade.
The old woman pressed her lips together.
She suddenly realized...
Her goal in coming in was not only to personally receive the flowers Qian Qian had given her...
It was also best if she could figure out why Qian Qian had suddenly gone berserk and rammed into the glass just now.
The old woman forced herself to stop smiling.
The old woman took a deep breath.
Thinking of the red-eyed python's somewhat savage appearance just now, worry surfaced on her face.
"Qian Qian..."
The old woman looked at the red-eyed python's slit pupils.
She had once been afraid of slit pupils too.
After being accustomed to humans' round pupils, the slit pupils of snakes always seemed more bestial, making people feel somewhat uncomfortable, even frightened.
But to the old woman, who had looked