That afternoon, Bai Jingxuan watched Moko leave over the wall, then rose from the shade and stretched lazily. She lightly dusted off her jeans, picked up the book in her hand, and turned to leave the courtyard.
Come to think of it, it was strange. Since noon, she had barely seen anyone in the welfare institute.
The courtyard where she met with Moko was rather secluded, but there were so many people in the welfare institute that someone should have passed by sooner or later. Usually, when she wanted to chat with Moko, she had to keep her voice down and watch the corridor nearby closely, immediately falling silent whenever someone approached.
Because Moko had said that ordinary people could not see fairies. If Bai Jingxuan chatted with Moko here, others would only think she was talking to the air.
Bai Jingxuan did not want to be misunderstood like that. While she did not dislike life at the welfare institute, she still held a small hope of being adopted. If people thought she had mental problems because she "talked to the air," even that last bit of hope would be dashed.
Yet today, despite keeping an eye on the corridor the entire time, she had not noticed a single person passing by.
It was somewhat unusual, though not strange enough to be particularly alarming, so Bai Jingxuan did not dwell on it.
Was today some special day? Was there an event going on?
With those thoughts in mind, she hugged her book to her chest and slowly walked down the corridor.
The room where Bai Jingxuan usually rested was some distance from this courtyard. She had to pass through an entire convalescent building to get there. The only benefit was that, due to her condition, her room had been arranged