Borrow something?
Why would someone come to borrow something so late at night?!
The little dumpling lifted the blanket, put on her shoes, and went to the door.
She stood in front of the door, but instead of opening it directly, she asked:
"Who are you?"
The figure outside the door remained motionless.
After a moment of silence, the figure outside the door said:
"Open the door! Once you open it, you'll know... who I am."
"No!" the little dumpling replied simply, taking a step back.
Hearing her reply, the figure outside the door began knocking again.
The eerie knocking sounded particularly chilling in the quiet of the night.
This time the knocking was much louder than the previous two, as if the person was somewhat angry.
"Open the door quickly, lend me something and I'll leave."
The voice was light and airy, tinged with a hint of impatience.
The little dumpling had only stood by the door for a short while when it felt incredibly cold.
She hugged herself, feeling an unusually cold chill that seemed to be seeping into her bones.
The little dumpling walked towards the bed, wanting to crawl into the warm blankets.
The figure outside the door sensed the little dumpling's movements and chuckled sinisterly.
"If you won't open the door... then I'll just barge in..."
The sound was sharp and eerie, instilling a sense of fear in one's heart.
The little dumpling was so scared that it ran away and burrowed into the blankets.
She didn't forget to hold the Fuling Fruit Fairy by her pillow in her arms.
She wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, praying that the figure outside wouldn't come in.
The little dumpling was hiding under the covers, with nothing in sight, and had no idea what was happening outside.
She couldn't hear any footsteps, but felt the surroundings getting colder and colder.
The figure seemed to be approaching her!
The Fairy of Fortune Fruit also sensed something was wrong and huddled fearfully in the little dumpling's arms, not daring to move.
"Whoosh..."
A very soft sound reached the little dumpling's ears.
Her body trembled, and her fear reached its peak.
"Ah!" the little dumpling cried out and instinctively threw a punch.
Um?
Her fist seemed to have hit something.
It's a bit hard, a bit soft—a very strange texture.
A piercing scream rang out, followed by a gust of wind that swept through the room and outwards.
All of this happened almost in an instant.
The room quickly returned to silence, and the chill disappeared.
The little dumpling remained huddled in the blankets, still frightened. After a long while, it slowly poked its little head out.
The room was quiet, and everything was exactly as it had been.
It was as if she had just had a dream, and nothing had actually happened.
...
The next morning, the little dumpling asked the two palace maids who were on night watch outside the door.
Did you hear any noises last night?
The two palace maids exchanged a puzzled look, shook their heads, and said, "Little princess, we didn't hear anything last night."
Hearing their answer, the little dumpling scratched her head with a bitter face.
Was what happened last night really just a dream she had?
If it wasn't a dream?
Who was knocking on the door?
What does she need to borrow this time?
The little one thought about this all morning, and even during breakfast, he had little energy.
Seeing the gloom on her face, Su Ruiling assumed that she was not used to life in the palace.
So, after breakfast, Su Ruiling sent a palace maid to fetch several kites.
I took my little one to the Imperial Garden to fly kites.
It was the little dumpling's first time flying a kite. She was so excited that she gradually forgot about what happened that evening.
"Haha, the kite is flying!"
The little dumpling held onto the kite string, its tiny feet clattering as it ran.
She ran ahead as a small figure, followed by a string of palace maids.
"Tuanzi, be careful, don't fall!" Su Ruiling followed closely, worried. "You all stay close to her, make sure she doesn't fall or get hurt."
But the little dumpling was having so much fun that she didn't care about being careful.
The weather is perfect today, and the kite is rising higher and higher with the wind.
But somehow, the kite in the air seemed to be swept by a strange wind, its string snapped, and it drifted to a large tree not far away.
Ah! My little kite!
When the little dumpling saw the kite being blown away, it anxiously chased after it.
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