Its voice has the power to confuse people. It used to 'move' sailors to throw it food with its singing. Later, when sailors started wearing earplugs, it had to board ships to beg for food.
But as soon as it got on board, the sailors would either run away or hide, so it would go rummaging for food and found they had a special place to store food—the kitchen.
This time, things got tricky. Everyone was in the dining room, and they couldn't avoid it. It sang its heart out, but alas, the language barrier was there. It thought its singing was quite touching, but to them, it was more like a dirge.
Every group has its fate. Although its background story is pitiful, there's not much I can do to help it.
Chen Qinghan wrapped up this topic, turned to ask me if the green light had affected me.
My eyes instinctively glanced to the side, a little gesture that naturally couldn't escape Chen Qinghan's notice. He ended the topic considerately before I could think of a lie.
