Qiao Chu and the rest looked at the stumbling puppet in disbelief, not daring to believe their eyes. They were frozen as they looked towards Jun Wu Xie stiffly, as if to ask for an explanation.
Yet Jun Wu Xie just motioned for them to observe silently.
The sudden silence disconcerted Fei Yan. He tried to move his head to listen for any movement. The feeling of not being able to make out anything in the dark made him very uncomfortable.
"Little Xie? Dumb Qiao? Why have you gone quiet?" Fei Yan said hoarsely.
With his eyes bandaged, he could not see that at the very moment he spoke, the puppet who had been making its way toward him, froze. When the puppet looked up and saw that Fei Yan was covered in bandages, the pain it felt could be seen in its big, gentle eyes.
The little puppet, warmly reached out and gently rested its hand on Fei Yan's right little finger.
The cold, unfamiliar feeling made Fei Yan shudder and he called out, "Little Xie?"
