Little Taotie clapped her hands in delight, clearly considering the War God as a storyteller.
"Hurry up, what happened next?" urged Little Taotie, pressing the War God to continue the tale.
Some stories had unhappy endings, but once they passed through the War God's lips, they would transform into perfectly happy resolutions.
Having eaten and drunk well, and with stories to listen to, Little Taotie found such days immensely comfortable.
Even if it were a dream, she wished to keep dreaming endlessly.
But dawn had broken, and outside the window, birds chirped and chattered, urging people to wake up.
Little Taotie gradually opened her eyes, yawned, and her big eyes met Ghost Sister's gaze, the little girl giving a shy smile: "Good morning, Sister!"
Ghost Sister's expression, however, was somewhat peculiar.
"Sister, what's the matter? Oh, last night I finally dreamed, did you come into my dream to observe?"
Ghost Sister's unusual expression was indeed due to this dream.
