Science couldn't explain Qiao An, but she herself could.
"Kids don't really have waists. If you start practicing now, you can do it too!"
This was the kind of lie you wouldn't even tell a ghost. It only earned a helpless, doting look from Mu Zimo and a sneer from Sheng Bai. Xie Shan, however, actually believed her. He started rocking his stiff old back, ready to give it a try.
After Xie Shan threw out his back, all he got was an indifferent response from the others. "How could you believe something you say to mess with an idiot? Qiao An says she can fly—you going to believe that, too?"
'Fly?'
Xie Shan didn't believe it, but Qiao An arched an eyebrow. 'This silly boy,' she thought. 'I really *can* fly. It just hurts, so I'm too lazy to show off.'
Mu Zimo couldn't be bothered to say any more to Xie Shan; he'd been a little on edge lately. He just turned to Qiao An, his gaze softening as he asked, "So what brings you here today?"
