I sat side by side with Sandora, and in front of us was Visca, clutching her head and twisting around restlessly. Pandora, sitting not far away, wore a blank expression, having closed her eyes and entered standby mode, with only an occasional "beep" to indicate that this little girl wasn't asleep yet.
Dingdang looked drowsy as she lay in my shirt pocket, rubbing her eyes before wriggling back inside, muttering as she did so: "Ah Jun, goodnight... don't button it up."
She has completely made this pocket her second home.
"How do you feel now?" I asked concernedly, running my hand through Visca's hair, which she had tousled herself into a mess, "Are you dizzy?"
"I'm fine now," Visca's cat-like pupils were gradually swirling like mosquito coils, and the little girl yawned long and deeply, "Brother, brother, I want to sleep."
