"Execution site..." Bai Youwei turned around, looking at the stone pillar.
The grayish-green stone pillar was vaguely covered with human-shaped black ash, a remnant of repeated burnings.
Realizing this, the smell of burned grass in the charcoal basin seemed weird, as if mixed with something...
Bai Youwei felt nauseated and couldn't help but cover her nose, asking the little girl, "Why burn these grasses? Couldn't you have just thrown them away?"
The little girl nonchalantly replied, "Oh, because Mom said to burn them, she doesn't like these flowers."
Bai Youwei was surprised, "You just said she wasn't your mom."
The little girl paused, "Did I say that? No way, how could Mom not be my mom."
Bai Youwei: "..."
Isn't this blatantly lying???
The little girl patted the grass off herself and walked away.
As she walked, her little leather shoes clicked crisply against the ground.
Bai Youwei and Shen Mo exchanged glances, both feeling the eeriness.
