After discovering this, Dongfang Minghui hurriedly cried out. Her cry woke the white-haired Little Hui, who sat upright and discovered the medicine smeared over their body. It felt icy cool and soothing against the wounds. They casually gathered Little Hui back into their arms and wound around them twice, their movements practiced, natural, and perfectly in sync.
Qian Wanyu helped her up and comforted her softly. "Don't be surprised. You've been asleep all this time, so there's something I haven't had a chance to tell you."
"Huh?"
"Little Ninth always sleeps," Ding Ding complained from beside her, then yawned as well and fell asleep against Dongfang Minghui's shoulder.
Little Lecher took Ding Ding and placed them beside the vines atop their head. To make it easier for this little tyrant to sleep, they even wove a little bed out of vines, one with guards to keep Ding Ding from tumbling out in their sleep.
They were a very conscientious nanny.
"The White-Haired Worm People we saw are actually all connected to Little Hui's clansfolk. Their souls are split in two at birth. One half lives outside the mountain stream in beast form, while the other lives here in human form. And they can't merge."
Dongfang Minghui blinked. What Seventh Sister had told her seemed rather inconceivable, but on closer thought, it wasn't so frightening after all. It was like twins separated in different places who could still affect one another through things such as telepathy. With that groundwork laid in her mind, she calmly accepted everything Qian Wanyu said afterward, including the possibility that Little Hui and the white-haired Little Hui were two separate beings split from the same person...
"So that's why Little Hui's wounds appeared on the white-haired Little Hui?"
"Yes."
"Does that also mean that if one