In recent days, Yan Han has become more talkative.
Usually, she lived alone and would only speak a few words when Lin Shuang occasionally came by.
Just a few fleeting sentences.
The number of words she spoke in a few months might not even amount to how many times she spoke this morning alone.
She's been talking to the little calico cat she picked up and brought home.
"Huahua, we have nice weather today as well."
Yan Han sat on the sofa by the balcony, and the morning sunlight passed through the window bars, perfectly illuminating the delicate and distinct features of the young girl.
Staying indoors all year long, her skin was like fragile white porcelain, making one worry that even the sunlight might scratch her delicacy.
Only after the cat, named "Huahua," meowed twice did Yan Han speak again.
"Huahua, could you tell me if the sky outside is blue, and if there are any clouds that look pretty?"
"Meow meow meow."
