Listening to the light footsteps of the person approaching, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia, guessing if it might be Little Bowl.
Most encounters with Little Bowl seemed to follow a similar pattern. Waiting at a specific location, listening to footsteps to guess if it was the little girl I was waiting for. But this time, the place I was waiting was no longer the Void Realm, but the real world.
A short figure clad in a worn-out black cloak, covering their face with a hood, approached me from afar, moving cautiously, seemingly trying to use the night and withered trees to hide their body and secretly observe me. Unfortunately, compared to the mysterious woman before, the newcomer's stealth skills were not even in the same dimension. With my eyesight and hearing, the newcomer's silhouette and movements were crystal clear to me.
"Is that you, Little Bowl?" I asked directly.
