Shang Yang spun.
Every now and then, Xiao Xiao caught a glimpse of the red leg hidden beneath those enormous wings.
Its slender ankle supported its massive body with ease.
Its movements were remarkably graceful.
Shang Yang danced, offering those fortunate enough to witness it a dance of breathtaking beauty.
It seemed this beautiful dance might be a spectacle only he could enjoy.
Just as Xiao Xiao was thinking this—
"Ah—"
A soft cry cut off abruptly beside him.
It was Ruan Xinyan.
Xiao Xiao turned his head to look.
The little girl had both hands clasped over her mouth.
Beneath her wispy bangs, her eyes shone as if stars had fallen into them.
"What's wrong, Xinyan?"
Yu Baozhu was puzzled by Ruan Xinyan's expression.
Had she... seen something?
But she tilted her head this way and that, looking up and down, and opened her eyes as wide as she could. Still, she saw nothing on the rock where Xinyan was staring that could have made her so delighted.
"Little Bell—"
She turned to ask her friend whether she had noticed something, only to find that although Little Bell wasn't covering her mouth, her expression was almost identical to Xinyan's.
Her eyes were shining just as brightly.
Her voice cut off.
Her confusion only grew.
What was going on?
She stepped closer, unwilling to give up, and stared so intently at the rock she might have drilled a hole through it.
Unfortunately, her eyes grew sore and tears began to well up, but she still couldn't see a single thing on that rock.
Ah, what on earth was going on?!
Yu Baozhu looked from Little Bell to Xinyan, practically beside herself. She felt awful, as if they had left her out.