On the Balcony
"A little farther. That's right. Xiaohong, you take one more bite, just one more, and I'll sew your mouth shut," Duan Qiao shouted.
At that moment, Duan Qiao was standing by the edge of the pond, while Sweet Potato stood on the other side of the balcony, holding an apple.
On the apple Sweet Potato was hugging with its wings, there was a faint, shimmering mark.
The reason Duan Qiao wouldn't let Sweet Potato take a bite was because it was afraid the mark would be destroyed.
"Caw!" Sweet Potato squawked at Duan Qiao, as if asking if it was done yet.
Duan Qiao took out a fishing rod and said, "Just stand there. It'll be quick."
Duan Qiao then swung the fishing rod, looking as if it was about to start fishing right from where it stood.
Although Duan Qiao was by the edge of the pond, it was facing the balcony, where there was no water at all.
As the rod was swung, the fishing line stabbed directly into the air, as if it had pierced a small hole in space.
