The little girl did not stop walking, moving gracefully along the seemingly endless path, her thin legs constantly parting the dense yet withered weeds on either side.
Bugs kept jumping out from those weeds, which even made Chen Muxue slightly uncomfortable, but the little girl seemed oblivious, perhaps she was used to it?
"My mother came here with me. After she finished sewing the little tiger, I came."
What the little girl said seemed a bit contradictory; first, she mentioned coming with her mother, then she said she arrived after her mother finished sewing the little tiger.
But it's normal for a girl who appears to be around four or five years old to speak incoherently, especially considering she's growing up in a forbidden land; being normal in any way is already fortunate.
"Where's your mother? Where is she? You didn't sneak out on your own, did you?" Chen Muxue inexplicably thought of Xiaohua and couldn't help but continue asking.
