Shi Jinzhe shook the leaves around him, trying to see if he could attract the attention of the two people.
The results showed that it was not possible.
They couldn't see him.
Shekh's gaze never left the woman not far away, and Shi Jinzhe stared at her intently for a long time.
The Bai Weishuang in her memory was younger than the cold body lying in the tree hole. She turned her face to the side, deliberately avoiding direct eye contact with Shekh, and her gaze was only on Shekh's tail.
Judging from that half of her face, Bai Weishuang is only about twenty years old. She is wearing a simple tracksuit and has a heartbroken look, as if she has been tormented by a failed relationship.
Hmm... her temperament is somewhat similar to his.
They aren't particularly aggressive, but they seem to have a lot on their mind and aren't easy to get along with.
The two faced off, and at that moment, Shi Jinzhe noticed a willow branch on the open ground in front of Shehe.
He remembered that Shekh had mentioned that Bai Weishuang had given her a willow branch, so it seemed that she was referring to this memory.
On the sun-drenched open ground, Bai Weishuang reached out her hand to Shehe, intending to gain her trust through goodwill.
However, Shekh remained unmoved, clinging to the back of the tree and refusing to move an inch.
She let out a frustrated sigh, covered her eyes, and slowly backed away.
Before disappearing into the mountains, she said, "Take this willow branch. I'll come to see you again when I have time."
After saying that, Bai Weishuang took a few steps back and disappeared.
Shi Jinzhe instinctively took two steps to chase after her, but Bai Weishuang disappeared too quickly, and he couldn't catch up.
"...They run way too fast."
He turned around and was surprised to see that Shekh, who was hiding behind the tree, had quietly picked up the willow branch.
Shi Jinzhe walked over and stood quietly in front of Shehe, carefully examining her face.
He raised his arm and gestured to indicate the height, parallel to the top of Shekh's head.
…It's so small.
My height barely reaches his chest, maybe not even that.
The upper body was covered in something that was unclear; it was either clothing that had molted from a snake or ordinary cotton fabric, tattered and covered in mud, making it a distressing sight.
Even when he was at his poorest, he never let Sheikh wear such tattered clothes.
Isn't she a deity here? Why is she like this?
Shi Jin squatted down and reached out to help her clean the dust off her clothes, but no matter how many times he shook, the tattered cloth on Shekh's body did not budge.
...
This damn copy of the game, Shekh can't see him, and he can't interfere, right?
Shi Jinzhe raised her head, and Shehe swayed her wrist from side to side, shaking the willow branch. Her eyes, not covered by the ribbon, followed the willow leaves as they turned back and forth. When the wind blew, she would put the willow branch to her ear and listen to the rustling sound of the willow leaves trembling.
The shadows of the trees swayed, and the dappled sunlight overhead shone on her face. She listened for a while, and when the wind died down, she swayed the willow branches herself and then put them back to her ear to listen.
The words "innocent" and "naive"—two words that don't seem to fit Shekh—are surprisingly fitting when applied to her.
Shi Jinzhe remained in that position, gazing at her quietly for a long while.
The other end of the golden thread was the underage version of Shekh in front of him; he hadn't made a mistake.
The people are right, but the timing is wrong; the whole place is a problem.
Unable to find a clue, we'll just have to see how long she can keep playing around.
As the day passed and the sun began to set, Shekh finally grabbed the willow branch and headed deeper into the dense forest.
Shi Jinzhe followed behind her, climbing the hillside, and sincerely admired her for knowing how to find the most secluded and hidden places even as a snake. He also finally understood why her clothes were so tattered, making her look like a beggar.
He heard the rustling sound of his clothes again, and he tore off the corner of his clothes that had been torn by the sharp stone.
I'm constantly losing health, so I need to conserve my life force. My clothes are torn, but nobody's watching anyway.
Shi Jinzhe no longer cared about the clothes and followed Sheh to an ancient tree with a patina that had been polished by countless hands.
She nimbly climbed the tree, curled her tail up, and went to sleep...
Shi Jinzhe wiped his face, thirsty, and looked up at the sky. He noticed some wild fruit on a nearby tree, picked it, and took a bite. But the taste was sour and bitter.
He swallowed it down, barely managing to finish half of it, and found a large rock to lean against and sit down. From this spot, he could see the tip of Shekh's drooping tail as soon as he looked up.
"It's really a pinkish-purple," he remarked to himself.
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