Yan Hua felt a little cold.
So she opened her eyes.
Gray-white daylight poured through the huge floor-to-ceiling window and crashed onto the bluish-white jade floor, reflecting an enormous, furry face into her eyes. It was especially terrifying, and scared her so badly that she immediately shut her eyes again.
A nightmare. It had to be a nightmare.
She muttered it over and over in her heart.
"—Did she just open her eyes? Why did she close them again?" a rather rough voice asked in confusion.
"Don't make noise! It was just ordinary physiological pupil adjustment." Another male voice sounded steadier. "Look at the little white flower on her head. It was a bud just now, and now it's bloomed. That means..."
"—It turned back into a bud again!"
The first voice shouted as if he had discovered a new continent, scaring Yan Hua into shrinking the little flower on her head even tighter—Mr. Cat had said that after she came to this world, a very pretty, very adorable witch would receive her and arrange tasks for her. But that huge furry face just now, no matter how she looked at it, had nothing to do with a witch!
Could that very adorable witch have been eaten by a monster?
Why were all the people speaking afterward male wizards?
Her mind was filled with wild thoughts as she strained to prick up her ears, trying to catch every trace of the faint sounds around her clearly.
But her surroundings fell quiet.
Jiang Yu put away her spellbook.
A sound-blocking barrier spread out around that Little White Person. She was not worried that the Little White Person was dangerous; since Zheng Qing had sent this little thing in, it presumably would not pose any danger. It was just that, seeing it