"I'm back again."
Little Si Que walked over, wearing a scarf today, perhaps because it's already winter outside: "Today I thought of the first climax of the story. The brave protagonist ventured into the Inner City, where a malicious antagonist tried to harm them but ended up being cut into six pieces by mechanics..."
"Your story is interesting, but how can I communicate with you?" Su Ming'an felt himself move but couldn't touch Little Si Que. There was always a thin shield between them.
...
Then, Little Si Que would come again.
"The protagonist investigated the sticky substance on the wall, but it was actually a trap in the Inner City. However, the clever protagonist won't fall for it..." Little Si Que wore short sleeves today; outside, it seemed to be hot summer again.
"Wow, it sounds good, I love listening to it." Su Ming'an felt himself speaking, still in a weak voice.
...
Then, Little Si Que would still come.
