"Good morning, Mr. Lu Li."
"Good morning."
The living tree has changed even more since yesterday—the wrinkled bark has shed to become relatively smooth, as flat as birch bark. The limbs that had turned into roots have regained the outline of body parts, but the palms and feet are still stuck together, like wearing a clumsy theatrical costume.
Now the living tree resembles a person more than a tree.
Lu Li guessed this is the true appearance of "Little Linna." Did the sugar help it return to normal?
"Do you like sugar?" Lu Li asked Little Linna.
"Yes, eat it when I'm in a bad mood!"
Even the voice is no longer raspy and rough, like an innocent little girl with a bad cold.
After a brief conversation, Lu Li walked into the hallway.
The quiet hallway is no longer as eerie as last night, and the girl in the wheelchair is sitting by the window again, having gotten up sometime unknown.
