The one making such remarks from where my gaze landed was the downcast trash lying despondent in the mud. Once lively, it now lay like a frost-beaten eggplant, panting heavily through its nostrils, unmoving.
Pei Yan stared at the trash for a while. Seeing it silent, he turned his head and raised an eyebrow, asking, "I must have heard wrong, right? Captain Shangxing, didn't you say its mind was unopened and couldn't speak human words?"
"Maybe you did hear wrong!" Shangxing replied uncertainly, and then he stepped out of the crowd, slowly approaching, gently patting and soothing the trash on its large body while whispering something in its ear.
The previously sickly trash was patted a few times, suddenly stood up, and lifted the unprepared Shangxing back a few steps. When Shangxing prepared to approach again for comfort, he was forcefully swept aside by the trash's paw.
