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Kapitel 27

Don't ask me

For whom do the flowers bloom red...?

As the poignant song played, tears clung to my feet, dancing lightly with me. I held her slender body, my mind blank as if drunk, only knowing to move my feet to the rhythm of the music. Tears seemed to be intoxicated by this atmosphere of heartbreak and despair, remaining silent for a long time, ignoring even my attempts to speak to her.

A sudden chill ran through me, and my mind cleared. It was just dancing; how could Tears be covered in sweat? No, it wasn't a sweaty liquid, because I didn't feel any dampness on my body. As I swayed, something, as if freed from her grasp, fluttered down onto my shoulders, only to slide off again under the pull of gravity. And, I don't know if I was hallucinating, but Tears in my arms seemed to be growing thinner and lighter… I wanted to put her down to investigate, but unexpectedly, she suddenly seemed to possess an unexpected strength, her arms wrapping tightly around my neck like vines, refusing to let go.

"Tears! Let me see you!" I begged her.

"No!" She, who had never disobeyed my orders before, was more resolute than ever before. "Tears... I don't want Tong Wei to see them. My tears... look so ugly..."

My mind went blank. What terrible transformation had occurred in Tears under the influence of the weed killer provided by the astrologer? "Tears! I just wanted to see you one last time, maybe this will be our final farewell!" I was burning with anxiety, regretting my actions while simultaneously hoping to quietly send Tears on her way. Perhaps, in the moment when Tears' soul dissipates, being by her side could offer her a sliver of comfort?

“It’s better to cherish the memory than to meet again. Rather than let Tong Wei be frightened by my ugly appearance, it’s better to just leave it like this…” She hugged me tighter and tighter, almost embedding her entire soft body into mine, “Let’s hold hands with Tong Wei and dance until the end of time…” Behind me, she sighed with endless longing, “It’s a pity that tears don’t live that long.”

"No, no!" I panicked. Even through my sweater, I could feel something unseen falling from my tear-streaked face and body, slipping through my sweater and sliding down my skin. The rustling sound kept assaulting my eardrums, growing louder and louder. I couldn't look at her; all I could do was hold her tighter, almost piercing her body... I felt a rustling sound as it slipped through my palms, coarse, sand-like particles spreading across my hands, gushing out from between my fingers, engulfing my wrists... I only had time to glance down, but I was stunned by what I saw.

Is this still a tear?

Her fair skin was ashen and rough as burnt rubble, with fossil-like cracks running from her heels to her neck. Where had her long, beautiful black hair gone? The rustling sound was none other than her falling hair, its beautiful black strands shattering into pieces of gleaming white, swirling and dancing like snowflakes falling on a cold winter night, tracing graceful arcs as they landed on the marble floor, so pure and dazzling. A crackling sound emanated from deep within her body, a sound so heartbreaking.

Tears are weathering away.

My God, what cruel pain did Tears endure after that weed killer was sprayed? And the one who imposed all of this on her was none other than me, the one she loved and admired!

"Why isn't Tongwei smiling anymore?" She keenly sensed how violently I was trembling as I held her. "Is it because the tears are making Tongwei uncomfortable?"

As she spoke, as if in echo of her words, I clearly heard a "plop." Plop, a shard gently landed on my shoulder. Plop, tears streamed down my face. But even if I understood this truth, what could I do? The bitter fruit I sowed with my own hands, I had to swallow myself. Was this God's punishment for me? I couldn't even see her one last time! Now, all I could do was strain my facial muscles to force a final, trembling laugh:

"I'm very happy, really."

“I will always remember every single moment I spent with Tears, because where Tears are,” I whispered in her ear, finally revealing the words I had kept hidden in my heart for so long, “is heaven.”

In my arms, her tears deflated quickly like a leaking sandbag, and the sand flowing from her body could now be described as a waterfall, cascading down in a torrent. She slowly released me, and from her face, so identical to Feng Lei's, a ceaseless cascade of sand fell. But why? From that face beyond the sand, from those clear, bright eyes, I could still read her sweet smile:

"Tong Wei is happy... This way, even if the tears leave, it won't hurt anymore!"

She took a deep breath, her eyes filled with a mesmerizing, starlight-like light:

"Tears of happiness!"

I felt her slipping from my grasp, like sandstorms whipped up by a gale, involuntarily flying towards a sky I could never reach. I kept calling her name, and tears, in mid-air, cast one last, tender glance at me. She was clearly smiling:

"Tong Wei's eyes are sweating..."

I suppressed my grief, wiped away my tears, and solemnly offered it to her with open arms:

"That's not sweat..."

"Just like your name, it's called Tears..."

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight dispelled the gloom in the hospital, a girl's soft singing suddenly drifted into the ward. Her voice, plaintive and gentle like a wisp of smoke on a plain, gently awakened the ears of a person dozing by the bedside. Half-asleep, Tong Wei rubbed his eyes, then suddenly opened them wide and rushed over to grasp the patient's hand.

"Tears, it really is you! I...I...!" He was so excited that he couldn't speak coherently.

The girl's pure, dark eyes gazed at him quietly, then she suddenly smiled sweetly:

“I feel like I’m dreaming all the time, but I can’t remember anything… but for some reason,” she frowned, “this song keeps playing in my head.”

"I have a flower, planted in my heart, budding and waiting to bloom, its beauty subtle and tender..." Feng Lei hummed softly, "It sounds so familiar, it has a very special and intimate feeling... What song is this?"

Tong Wei smiled and gently kissed her smooth forehead. "Woman Flower, I'll tell you her story slowly later..."

October 30

Birthday flower: Horse mushroom

Flower language: Dilemma (being caught in a dilemma)

Mushrooms were chosen to be offered to Saint Louis, the leader of the ancient Roman army who, faced with the choice between loyalty to the emperor and loyalty to the church, chose the church. Therefore, the flower language of mushrooms is – being caught in a dilemma.

People born on this day are prone to getting embroiled in trouble due to romantic entanglements. Therefore, if two close friends propose to you at the same time, be sure to choose carefully, or you might lose a very important friend!

Volume Two: The Metamorphosis of the Spider Lily (Part One)

"Braised pork with vegetables over rice, no scallions, ginger, or garlic, add plenty of soy sauce, and lots of chili peppers," she instructed the chef at the small restaurant.

On the walls, yellowed by cooking fumes, hung cheap and vulgar decorative paintings of beautiful women. From the window of the serving area connected to the kitchen, the cruel aroma of simmering food wafted out. Lanlando hoped to smell the aroma of braised vegetables and pork, which would mean she wouldn't have to wait any longer for a dish.

Here it is, a steaming bowl of braised pork and vegetables over rice! The portion is generous and the food is delicious. Two plastic lunchboxes were stuffed full, then covered with a plastic bag. Lanlan paid and looked up at the sky. The dark red horizon was tinged with black, and scattered white fluff playfully swirled in the air. It might snow. She hunched her shoulders, feeling her exposed cheeks as cold as knives. Instinctively, she hugged the lunchboxes to her chest, using her warm chest and coat to keep the food warm. Although it was late, the night wasn't as deep as she had imagined. She hurried along the wall of K University, looking down at her feet. There were no streetlights, so she could only hold the lunchboxes tightly. When her body bumped into something hard, she only managed to protect the lunchboxes in her arms before losing her balance and falling onto the cold, frozen ground.

"I'm sorry." The other person reacted extremely quickly. Before she could even react, a large hand, representing apology, was already extended in front of her. Even on such an early spring night, that hand was dazzlingly white. It didn't look like it was wearing gloves; rather, it looked like it was coated with fluorescent powder, making it even more eye-catching.

Lanlan ignored him and struggled to her feet. The man before her seemed to melt into the darkness, dressed entirely in black, revealing only his excessively pale face and hands—quite strange. She didn't want to linger with this man in black, so she simply lowered her head and was about to pass him by. At that moment, the man called out to her:

"Do you need any help, miss? You seem to be in trouble."

It was hot, her chest felt so hot… By the time she realized this, it was too late. The soup spilling from the lunchbox scalded her chest and turned her face pale with anxiety. The damage was severe, not only because of the spilled soup, but more importantly, because the thick, dark soup had completely soaked through her cotton coat and sweater, leaving a sticky, tangled mess.

"Pay up! I want you to pay up!" Tears welled in her eyes; it was her only winter coat, a sweater her mother had knitted for her by hand… Yet, when she grabbed the hem of the man's coat, her first words were:

"Make her pay for the braised pork and vegetable rice bowl!"

The word "she" implies mystery, taboo, and sometimes even a sense of awe and reverence. It was a task entrusted to her by "her," because "she" hadn't eaten dinner yet. The weather was too cold, and "her" health had never been good; she was too lazy to go downstairs to buy food, and besides, the cafeteria food was terrible, not to her taste. So…

"Give me a meal!" she heard herself frantically pounding on the man before her. "She" had only paid for one meal; if this man ran away, where would she get a second one? In the darkness, she could only see a chilling, will-o'-the-wisp-like glint in the man's eyes. Then, he slowly spoke:

"See, isn't everything alright?"

Really… She turned around and saw two plastic lunchboxes neatly arranged in a plastic bag. Through the translucent red plastic bag, she could almost see wisps of steam rising from them, as if the food had just come out of the pot. She rubbed her eyes hard, unable to believe what she was seeing. The man had vanished like thin air, leaving only her clothes, still slightly warm as always, the worn wool surface without a single drop of oil.

Filled with doubt, she ran back to the dormitory building with small, quick steps, without stopping even once. Her breath formed beautiful white bubbles on her chest before slowly dissipating. When she finally stopped in front of the dormitory door, she could clearly hear a girl's cheerful laughter coming from inside.

It was "her," lying lazily on the bed, with only a pillow under her head to maintain a proper viewing position while watching a DVD. She was looking at her laptop, laughing heartily at the flickering electron beams on the LCD screen; her laptop rested on a foldable computer desk, which was propped up on her stomach, with some sunflower seeds, fruit, and drinks beside it. Seeing this, Lanlan's feet suddenly went numb. She hadn't felt it outside, but now, suddenly in this warm, heated dormitory room, her feet, encased in sneakers, felt uncomfortable, cold and stiff.

She wasn't distracted by Lanlan's arrival; her emotions were already resonating with the changing light and shadows before her, and she didn't want to be distracted by this unexpected disturbance. So Lanlan gently closed the door and, as if holding a family heirloom, carefully presented the lunchbox to her.

"The braised pork and vegetables rice bowl is exactly as you instructed," she said proudly, reaching under the lunchbox. "It's still warm."

Without even glancing at her, "she" grinned at the screen and reached for the lunchbox. Lanlan quickly handed the lunchbox to "her" hand, opened the lid for "her," and then placed a pair of chopsticks on "her" fingers. She did these things with remarkable skill and naturalness, clearly having practiced many times before.

Her chopsticks idly poked at the rice bowl a few times, and her face immediately fell.

"snort!"

The word "humph" has many layers of meaning; it could be dissatisfaction, disdain, or simply anger. At this point, there couldn't be any other reason. Clearly, something in the vegetable and pork rice bowl was either too much or too little to satisfy "her." So she carefully moved a little distance away from "her" and asked "her" the reason.

"This food is inedible!" As if venting her anger, the chopsticks stirred up and down in the fragrant rice that had turned a dark yellow color. Under "her" iron chopsticks, one after another long, green leaf was dug out from its deep burial place and brought to the light of day.

"Onions!" She glanced at it briefly before quickly averting her gaze, as if even looking at them would be a defilement. She threw the lunchbox onto the table in disgust. "I told you no onions, ginger, or garlic! Do you even have a brain? You can't even handle something this simple!"

"But I... I really confessed..." Her voice was so weak and insignificant as she tried to defend herself.

"Throw it away!" She sullenly lay back down, still muttering, "Honestly, I'm so angry I'm full! So stupid, how can anyone live like this!..."

The steaming hot rice bowl with braised pork and vegetables was quickly thrown into the trash can in the water room. Lanlan covered her mouth with her hands, trying to stifle her sobs. "She," Bao Cancan, that lazy woman, she'll definitely get her comeuppance!

Volume Two: The Metamorphosis of the Spider Lily (Part Two)

Despite Bao Cancan's love of food and laziness, it didn't stop her from being a beauty. While it's said that women are born with two faces, Lanlan had never seen a young girl under twenty who could change so drastically in an instant like Bao Cancan. How did Bao Cancan behave outside the dormitory? An enigma, a stunning beauty praised by all the elders and infatuated with most boys, a noble, elegant, and well-mannered young lady. She always presented a sweet smile revealing eight teeth; she ate slowly, like a bird, with graceful posture and a very small appetite; she always said, "I'm on a diet," but she wasn't fat at all. In fact, the moment she stepped into the dormitory—this artificial dividing line—her elegant and light gait collapsed like a landslide, the mask of the rich young lady was removed, revealing a brazen face behind it. Every day, the first thing Bao Cancan did upon returning to her dorm was to sprawl out on her bed and start watching DVDs on her laptop. She publicly claimed to never appreciate boring TV dramas, only loving Wagner's operas and "literary masterpieces by literary giants." In reality, she had only scratched the surface of Shakespeare—she'd read a comic book version of *Romeo and Juliet* as a child. However, in her dorm, what she truly enjoyed were those long, drawn-out soap operas, sometimes bursting into tears, sometimes laughing so hard her pink gums were showing. In addition, she had another hobby: eating snacks in bed—because she had never truly eaten her fill outside, she would pounce on snacks like Gorky on his books, starving. Fortunately, she had an amazing constitution; no matter how much she ate, she wouldn't gain weight, so she became increasingly unrestrained, always buying over a hundred yuan worth of a wide variety of snacks every time she went to the supermarket. However, as a famous beauty on campus, how could she spend all her time on such trivial matters? Thus, Lan Lan made her grand entrance.

In stark contrast to Bao Cancan's illustrious resume, Lanlan's nearly twenty years of life can be described in one word: "ordinary." An ordinary, somewhat impoverished family background, ordinary looks and temperament, ordinary personal talents, ordinary personality traits—aside from mediocre academic performance, she seemed to possess no outstanding qualities. From childhood, her parents constantly instructed her to be "obedient": listen to her parents, listen to her teachers, grow up as their hopes suggested, and ignore everything else. She grew up, and according to societal standards, getting into a top university meant success—and she naturally succeeded. Her parents confidently let her go to university alone, because their daughter had always been well-behaved and sensible, never causing them any worry. Lanlan did not disappoint their high expectations. She was hardworking, simple, gentle, meticulous, kind, and considerate, embodying the virtues of traditional Chinese women for two thousand years. She was down-to-earth, diligent, and hardworking without complaint. Although she was somewhat taciturn and seemed clumsy with words, this conformed to the traditional image of a virtuous woman: "rarely speaking, people say she hides her foolishness; content with her lot, she claims to be guarding her simplicity." It is no exaggeration to say that, if it weren't for her slightly lacking appearance, she could almost be considered perfect in every way, setting a living example of a modern-day feudal lady. Whether teachers or classmates, she got along well with them all, treating everyone equally, with relationships that were neither overly intimate nor overly distant. Her goal in life was to make everyone satisfied and at ease with her. Everyone around her was her friend, a good friend, but none of them were her closest confidante.

Her greatest characteristic was her lack of individuality; she was friends with everyone, which meant she had no true friends, until her first day of university when she met a dazzlingly beautiful girl. The girl was only seventeen or eighteen years old, yet she naturally exuded a glamorous and captivating aura. She stood alone under the canopy of a large tree, a gentle breeze ruffling her hair, revealing fine beads of sweat that glistened against her snow-white skin. A slight pursing of her lips and a gentle smile were enough to drive people mad—"You are electricity, you are light, you are the only myth"—the Taiwanese pop group S.H.E.'s song "Superstar" was perfectly suited to her. Compared to her dazzling radiance, Lanlan felt utterly ashamed and wanted to disappear into the ground. Indeed, she squinted fearfully, unable to look directly at the elegant young lady. They were both born of the same parents, so why was there such a vast difference between them?

An even bigger gap lay ahead. By sheer coincidence, just as Lanlan had shyly greeted her roommates, a series of crisp footsteps approached. It was the beautiful girl from under the tree earlier; her name, like her smile, was as radiant as the sunlight filtering through the treetops, captivating everyone's attention.

She is Bao Cancan.

Yes, when Bao Cancan first took Lanlan's hand, guiding her every move with a restrained yet arrogant aristocratic air; when Lanlan heard from her about experiences she had never dared to imagine, never even dreamed of—how outstanding Bao Cancan was, how her striking beauty made all her classmates pale in comparison, like stars in the night sky dimmed under the bright moonlight; her profound knowledge, rich travel experience, and unparalleled elegance, naturally exuding an air of wealth—all of this left the simple Lanlan speechless, almost instantly captivated by her radiant aura. She willingly became Bao Cancan's follower, simply to be illuminated by her dazzling, queen-like halo. She sincerely admired this girl whose life trajectory was so different from her own—how brilliant, how radiant! Compared to Bao Cancan, she herself was a tiny, insignificant shooting star, diligently following her own trajectory, only to one day burn out completely and turn into a pile of dust in the blazing sun.

However, this happy period didn't last long. As Lan Lan gradually became more involved in Bao Cancan's life, a dark shadow began to emerge behind the dazzling sun. Lan Lan wasn't a fool; she had some basic knowledge of literature and art. At first, Bao Cancan's common-sense mistakes regarding literature were just oversights, but they gradually escalated into outright ignorance. Perhaps because she considered her one of her own, or perhaps playing the perfect girl in public was too exhausting, Bao Cancan would always reveal her true colors upon returning to the dormitory, completely disregarding her ladylike image. Seeing her eating and drinking heartily while emitting bursts of silly, exaggerated laughter, Lan Lan initially felt uneasy, then gradually felt a pang of heartache—a heart-wrenching pain, as if she couldn't bear to see something perfect become flawed before her eyes. Besides this, her biggest problem was laziness. As a pampered young lady who never lifted a finger, she didn't need to do anything herself, did she? Therefore, she constantly needed Lan Lan's help.

Therefore, Lanlan hated her intensely, not for any other reason than that Bao Cancan had personally destroyed her flawless image in her heart, becoming so hypocritical and despicable. Yes, Bao Cancan deceived everyone, but why did she have to expose the truth in front of her? This wasn't fair! You see, Lanlan loved the noble and pure beauty she initially knew just as much, and hated the lazy and gluttonous Bao Cancan just as much. It's only human nature; the deeper the love, the deeper the hate!

Even as she went to bed that night, she was still preoccupied with her "revenge" on Bao Cancan. She felt that if heaven gave her a chance, she would definitely tear off Bao Cancan's mask and let everyone see her true colors! What she didn't know was that her encounter with the mysterious man in black that night unexpectedly fulfilled this wish.

Volume Two: The Metamorphosis of the Spider Lily (Part Three)

Lanlan got up at seven o'clock the next morning. Her three roommates were still fast asleep, so she slung her backpack over her shoulder and headed to the cafeteria. Her first and second classes started at 7:50, so she needed to hurry and finish breakfast to get a seat in the classroom. The classroom gradually filled up, filling the empty seats. Lanlan sat in the first row, at the very edge, the seat next to her completely filled with books and notebooks. The teacher calmly walked to the podium, adjusted the megaphone clipped to her body; class was about to start in two minutes. Just then, two girls walked hand-in-hand to her side, each with an egg pancake in their mouth.

Lanlan's eyes lit up for a moment, then dimmed again. Where's Cancan? Why didn't she come?

"They haven't opened their eyes yet," a roommate named Ziyan said, opening her textbook and pulling out the homework due today from between the pages. "It's not like you've never seen this before."

Indeed, for a night owl like Bao Cancan, getting up at seven in the morning is a truly painful experience. It seems I've wasted my seat again today. Lanlan sadly put away the book she used to reserve the seat, and immediately a hand reached out from behind her, filling the empty seat with a notebook. Even so, Lanlan never dared to exclude Bao Cancan; what if one day she suddenly felt like getting up early to pay attention in class?

The morning's classes flew by, and as soon as the bell rang, the students surged out of the classroom like a flood bursting its banks, heading straight for their new destination—the cafeteria. Lanlan pulled a bulky but lightweight aluminum lunchbox from her large backpack and filled it to the brim with white rice and stir-fried cabbage with vinegar. While getting her food, she remembered Bao Cancan, who was probably still fast asleep; perhaps she'd be ordering takeout rice bowls again? Clutching her lunchbox, she hurried back to her dorm.

As she expected, Bao Cancan was lying flat on her back in the wool quilt, with only a tuft of messy, shiny black hair peeking out, her face buried beneath it. For some reason, besides her steady breathing, there was a faint, strange gurgling sound throughout the dormitory. Lan Lan initially didn't think much of it and continued eating her meager, bland lunch at the table. But the sound grew louder and louder, becoming so monotonous and irritating that she couldn't help but stand up. She discovered that the sound was coming from Bao Cancan's bed.

Could it be...? She cautiously approached, confirming that Bao Cancan was breathing normally and was simply fast asleep. The gurgling sound became increasingly agitated, its source unmistakably Bao Cancan's body under the nine-hole quilt.

She longed to investigate, but past experience told her that waking Bao Cancan from her deep sleep would be akin to waking a sleeping lion, and she would pay a heavy price. She continued to observe suspiciously, but finally succumbed to sleep and fell asleep at the table.

When Lanlan woke up, it was still afternoon, but for some reason, the dormitory room was pitch black. She drew back the curtains. The sky, which had been clear and bright that morning, was now filled with rolling dark clouds, as if an ink bottle had been spilled, threatening a storm. It was much darker outside than inside; a violent downpour seemed inevitable. Bao Cancan's breathing continued, but the annoying gurgling sound had vanished. Had she been...farting? Or was there something wrong with her ears? The first thought immediately filled Lanlan with a sense of blasphemous embarrassment.

The bright white fluorescent light illuminated the less than twenty-square-meter dormitory room, momentarily dazzling Lanlan's eyes, which were accustomed to the darkness. She blinked rapidly, as if something strange had appeared in her vision. Was it color fatigue? Had she been staring at the purple lavender-patterned nine-hole bed for too long, causing her to imagine a huge yellowish-green object lying across the matching sheets? Incredulously, she turned her gaze to the pale wall, rubbing her eyes repeatedly until the stars in her eyes gradually disappeared before daring to look at Bao Cancan's bed again.

That's right, lying on the bed and protruding from under the nine-hole quilt was a plump, soft, bluish-green body with small yellow spots on both sides. As the body moved, those yellow spots rose and fell like waves. Lanlan was so frightened that she dared not move, only able to barely support her swaying body by leaning against the table. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.

What on earth happened? How could such a disgusting thing have gotten into Bao Cancan's blanket? And she actually slept with it all day without even realizing it? Good heavens! Lanlan clutched her chest. Unfortunately, if Bao Cancan woke up at this moment, who knows how frantic she'd be!

What if she thinks Lanlan is deliberately retaliating against her out of resentment from last night? If she really thinks that, Lanlan will be in deep trouble! She needs to figure out a way to deal with this!

She felt her way along the wall, remembering the clothes-drying fork and broom on the balcony. So she grabbed the clothes fork and cautiously inserted it into the blanket. With a soft "plop," she involuntarily closed her eyes, feeling the head of the fork directly contact that soft, elastic, greenish body—disgusting! But no matter how uncomfortable it was, compared to Bao Cancan's anger upon waking, this little torment was nothing. She steeled herself and stabbed the thing in—a piercing scream immediately erupted from the bed.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" Bao Cancan yelled, pushing her face away from under her long hair and turning fiercely to Lan Lan beside her. "Can't a person get any sleep?"

No way… I clearly poked that “thing”… Lanlan was a little dazed, perhaps her head was spinning from the harsh rebuke. She secretly glanced at the girl on the bed again; she was wearily burying her head in the pillow, her greenish-blue body swaying from side to side beneath the covers. Her throat felt like it was choked by phlegm, making it very uncomfortable. “Can Can,” she finally managed to utter, “Are you… feeling unwell?”

"Hmph," Bao Cancan closed her eyes resentfully, "I was perfectly comfortable before you poked me." What did I do to you? It's just that I didn't eat the rice bowl you bought last night! Why treat me like this? She was full of grievances.

"Then what's that in your blanket...?" Lanlan asked in an extremely soft voice, afraid that even a slightly louder voice would startle the girl in front of her. "That bluish-green blob, is that your leg?"

Bao Cancan lowered her head with an indifferent expression. But the moment her gaze fell upon what was under her blanket, her smug facade shattered, and she let out a scream, a scream far more terrifying and agonizing than before, a scream that was both long and mournful:

"ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Volume Two: The Metamorphosis of the Spider Lily (Part Four)

Where is my body? Where are my legs? Bao Cancan stretched out her two intact arms, and in a moment of relief, frantically reached under the covers. Even Lan Lan could almost hear the desperate cry from her heart. Her shoulders, chest, and waist were as rounded and well-proportioned as before, but what was that warm, soft feeling below her waist? She hurriedly threw off the covers, and her legs, which should have been covered by silk pajamas, looked like fat caterpillars wriggling on the sheets.

She turned into an insect.

Another blood-curdling scream rang out. Realizing what was happening, Bao Cancan rolled her eyes in an extremely unseemly manner. If Lanlan hadn't been quick-witted and stepped forward to support her, she probably would have already fainted. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, shaking her head and making broken, incoherent cries. Lanlan held her hand, hoping that this would calm her down.

"Why? Why did this happen?!" This time, her tears burst forth, and her cries were so pitiful. "Where did my legs go? Give them back to me!!!" She pounded her lower body so violently that Lanlan could clearly see her worm-like, fat body rhythmically sinking and bouncing under her fists.