Fine raindrops sprinkled onto the Boat Tower's upturned eaves with a soft patter.
Lin Zisu searched along the passageway for Xie Jinhuan, scenes and sensations from last night still surfacing in her mind now and then. When she reached the kitchen door, however, she found pitch-black Coal Ball sprawled on the floor with wings spread, apparently playing dead, without the slightest response. Inside the kitchen, Xie Jinhuan, dressed in a white robe, seemed not to have noticed Coal Ball's protest. He was carving kneaded dough into the shape of a grilled fish. His knife work was so lifelike that it looked no different from a real fish, but however convincing it was, it was still a dough fish, and Coal Ball, being a bird of prey, probably could not eat it... Bewildered by the sight, Lin Zisu put aside her stray thoughts and approached. Tilting her head to look him over, she found Xie Lang seemingly so absorbed in his art that he had not even noticed her, so she called softly:
"Brother Xie?"
"Hm?"
Xie Jinhuan was drinking the breakfast milk his Ghost Wife had provided when his awareness abruptly cleared. Finding a dough fish in his hands, he froze as well. Only after looking around did he react:
"Uh... Zisu, you're back. I was joking around with Coal Ball..."
"Really?"
Lin Zisu thought he had probably taken this joke a little too far. No wonder Coal Ball had fainted from anger. But she did not dwell on that now, merely asking rather bashfully:
"Wasn't I playing a prank with that drug last night? I forgot to give you the antidote before I left. Um... in the end, you and Aunt didn't do anything last night, did you?"
Xie Jinhuan quickly scooped up a live fish to make Coal