"Ji ji ji."
That ji ji ji noise was music to her ears. Li Chunhua looked at her right thigh, which was the favorite spot the cute ginseng always clung to, but she didn't find it, and instead there was an unfamiliar green bracelet weaved from grasses on her right wrist.
And this bracelet was slightly shaking and creating faint sobbing sounds: "Ji ji ji." Each ji syllable was filled with intense emotions, just like how she called Mantou's name a few seconds ago.
"Little Ginseng, is that you?" Li Chunhua raised her hand and pressed the bracelet on her left ear as she asked the question carefully. Her heart was brimming with doubt.
The little ginseng that had just turned into a grass bracelet responded with a louder, heartbreaking sob. "Ji ji ji." (Master, I've become ugly.)
It's really the ginseng spirit!
Why didn't it retain its original appearance?
