In front of the circle of anomalies, Silver Cross·Sloan and Mildred Hampri observed Lu Li who stood before the wooden house.
Silver Cross·Sloan spread his palm, the straw doll inside mirroring Lu Li's standing posture.
He quietly sensed the emotions emanating from the straw doll.
The sparse confusion of stepping into a labyrinth, the warm tenderness akin to weak afternoon sunlight, the rare sweetness like exquisite pastries.
After a brief pause, the straw doll suddenly curled up, shivered, in agony, hugging itself into a ball of straw. The melting bitterness flooded into Silver Cross·Sloan's mind.
"It seems different from what we imagined, struggling or despair?" Mildred Hampri asked.
"It's pain..." Silver Cross·Sloan looked incredulously at Lu Li in front of the wooden house, "Why pain?"
Lu Li's four Cursed Titles [Lighthouse], [Bloodstained], [Speaker of the Trees], and [Dreamwalker] do not include the emotion of pain.
"Let's wait a bit more—"
