A Yin came alive. Although her complexion was still waxy, her eyes swollen like walnuts, and her hair coarse and rough, having forgotten to use infused water, her waist was bent, and when she trod with her high heels, her knees were held straight, not bent in the sliightest, and she walked delicately and gracefully to Song Shijiu and Li Shiyi's side, saying she was hungry, and invited Song Shijiu out to eat. She though of having evaluated her own selifshness; it was absolutely right. The rose myrtle girl's words had been "Daren's sick", and the point she stayed on wasn't the "sick", but rather the "daren" of before. A Tao had called out the distant "Daren", and in her heart, she'd followed with an "A Luo", and the more she repeated it, the more comfortable it became, so comfortable that the strands of her hair stretched out. Perhaps in her unconscious mind, she still felt that Yama-daren possessed remarkable abilitie...