Accompanied by Li Lingling's motion of stroking the blanket.
The rough yet soft fabric conveyed the most genuine sensation, simultaneously awakening Li Lingling's memory.
This faint touch seemed to build a bridge, bringing back that "steadiness" to Li Lingling's hands from her past.
After a moment, Li Lingling nodded, "It seems... a little bit."
Nan Zhubin asked, "Is it that feeling of 'steadiness'? Can you describe it?"
Li Lingling remained silent for a while, organizing her words.
After some time, she replied, "It's just... I'm not sure, it's just the feeling that I can do it. Anyway... it's completely different from those feelings of 'cold' and 'heavy'.
"But it does exist, right?" Nan Zhubin emphasized.
"...Yes," Li Lingling hesitated and nodded, "It's just when it's there, I may not feel it. Only after succeeding do I realize that feeling was there just now."
What Nan Zhubin sought was this kind of detailed, personally insightful description.
