On an old platform, a young girl held a plastic bag and spoke to the wall.
"These are original flavor." Xia Mi tipped a plastic bag of potato chips onto the ground to her left, and Fenrir's head turned to her left.
"These are cucumber flavor." Another plastic bag of potato chips emptied onto the ground to her right, and Fenrir's head turned to her right.
Clank, clank, clank. The ground trembled slightly.
An empty subway train approached from the distance, stopped for a moment, then reversed, and the two piles of chips slid down with it.
Fenrir said happily, "Great, so many chips! Are you going away again, Sis?"
"You seem pretty excited about me going away?" Xia Mi narrowed her eyes.
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Fenrir's eyes widened. Realizing he had said the wrong thing, he slowly backed away.
"I want you to stay, Sis, and I want chips too," he said quietly, holding his head in both claws.
"Hmph, there are fourteen bags of chips here. You can only eat two a day, understand?" Xia Mi stamped her foot and spoke sternly.
"Understood..." Fenrir said quietly.
"You're so quiet, I can't hear you!" Xia Mi pointed at Fenrir and glared fiercely at him.
"Understood!" Fenrir hurriedly straightened up and answered loudly.
The front half of his body was exposed, while his rear half merged into the rock wall. His thick spine gradually turned to stone from front to back, finally joining the wall. With his movement, the solid, thick rock wall began to shake. Cracks appeared from top to bottom, fragments of stone fell, and dust filled the air.
"Cough, cough! You're going to kill me!" Xia Mi punched away several rocks that nearly landed on the chip bags and snapped, "Don't move around!"
Fenrir dared neither speak nor move.