—With her current "hands," she can't possibly take out the paper inside.

Because it was rolled up, the paper was stretched out against the bottle. The bottle opening was too narrow; if she had fingers, she probably could have held it, but...

Xu Qiaoqiao looked down at her round little wings. She didn't even have hands, let alone fingers. She only had a pair of little wings, which were best used for fanning herself.

She was silent for a few seconds, then took a deep breath. It seemed that this bottle really had to be sacrificed.

After all, it couldn't be thrown back into the sea in its broken state.

Thinking about it this way, Xu Qiaoqiao felt a little guilty, after all, you were picked up by a fake penguin, not a real human being.

Tsk tsk.

Xu Qiaoqiao walked a little further away from the shore, then picked up the drifting bottle with her two little wings, lifted it high, and slammed it hard to the ground.

A crisp breaking sound rang out.

The beautiful bottle was shattered into pieces, and the ground was covered with glass shards. Xu Qiaoqiao slowly squatted down, but instead of moving forward, she leaned over, picked up the piece of paper, and staggered back.

As for these glass shards, we can clean them up later.

After all, emperor penguins slide on their bellies onto the ice to get ashore, and who knows if they might get caught in those shards of glass?

"Gah." What could it be? I'm a little curious.

Xu Qiaoqiao walked to the side and slowly unfolded the paper.

This is a simple line drawing, like one drawn by a child. It's a colorful line drawing, and in it, there's a little girl with two braids. She's smiling happily, her cheeks are rosy, and she's holding a balloon in her hand, swinging happily on a swing.

A few white clouds floated in the sky, and several birds flew about. The sun peeked out from behind the clouds, and a few beautiful flowers bloomed on the grass.

The whole painting gives people a very lively and energetic feeling. Xu Qiaoqiao blinked and felt much better after seeing the painting. But is this really a painting?

No text?

As Xu Qiaoqiao thought this, she slowly turned the painting over. There were words on it, and they were in Chinese, her mother tongue.

Xu Qiaoqiao immediately felt much more at ease, and then lowered her head slightly to carefully read the words on it.

—My little Xixi, I wish that in your next life you can swing healthily on a swing and live a happy life.

"..." No way, Xu Qiaoqiao's happy mood just now disappeared a lot. She touched her head, looked at the words on the paper, and felt a little heavy-hearted. She touched the words on it, and the ink had long since dried.

The edges of the paper are slightly yellowed, indicating that this painting must have been treasured by its owner for a long time.

"Gah..."

Xu Qiaoqiao uttered a meaningless syllable. Death is always a very heavy thing. Although she has experienced it many times and can view it normally, all of this is based on the premise that she will have another world and meet Junjun again in the next world.

Because of this incident, Xu Qiaoqiao is quite confident about the matter of death.

But ordinary people are different; these people in the small world don't have an afterlife.

Xu Qiaoqiao couldn't quite explain it, and a slight melancholy settled in her heart. She didn't know the owner of the painting, nor did she know the owner of the message in the bottle, but for such a young life, she couldn't be too happy either.

This little girl named Xixi must be a very lively child to be able to draw such colorful pictures.

Although I've never met you, I hope that you, little Xixi, are thriving in another world.

Because, sis, I've already found your message in a bottle! Although I don't know if it was your mom or dad who put it there, the fact that it was found means your wish will come true!

The sea breeze is gentle, brushing softly past my ears, carrying the scent of the ocean. The cries of seabirds drift from the distant sky. White clouds dot the sky, and the sun shines brightly and warmly. It's always good to be alive.

After composing herself, Xu Qiaoqiao turned the painting over again and began to admire it.

Just then, a black and white figure shot over from the shore not far away. Hearing the sound from that direction, Xu Qiaoqiao immediately turned her head and saw Junjun gracefully rising from the ice. There was a fish thrashing about at his feet.

"Gaga gaga!" Junjun!

Afraid that Jun Qi wouldn't be able to find her, Xu Qiaoqiao quickly called out to him, indicating that he was there.

"Huh?"

Jun Qi also called out, turned around, saw Xu Qiaoqiao's figure, quickly bent down, hung the fish up, and ran happily towards Xu Qiaoqiao.

As I ran over, I noticed the shards of glass not far away, and the piece of paper in front of Qiaoqiao.

Jun Qi blinked a few times, realizing that in the end, they had adopted his own method for getting the paper out.

"Gaga." Junjun!

Xu Qiaoqiao called out to Jun Qi again, and when she saw the fat fish in his mouth, she smiled happily, waved her little wings at him, and gestured for him to come to her side.

Just as Xu Qiaoqiao was about to tell Jun Qi about the painting, Jun Qi patted Xu Qiaoqiao's head and pointed to the fish he was holding in his mouth, his meaning clear: Eat first, no matter what you have to do, finish this fish first.

Okay, Xu Qiaoqiao was very well-behaved at this moment. Although the painting was important, her stomach was rumbling even more important.

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