"Is that you, Little Sister Ling'er?"
Ever since waking up, this little girl has been hanging around him, occasionally offering some unique mountain fruits for him to snack on, and Ye Tian unreservedly shared his gadgets like his cell phone with her, though she mostly wanted to play games on it. Unfortunately, her dad always watched her like a hawk, declaring that cell phones were enchanting demons, which resulted in her dad's stout-waisted wife smacking him on the back of the head.
A crisp laughter reached his ears, and Ye Tian smiled slightly, removing the phoenix tree leaf and saw Zhang Ling'er bending down, looking at him.
Zhang Ling'er straightened up, clasped her hands behind her back, and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"Why, are you afraid I'd steal your lotus leaves? There aren't even flowers around."
