Lin Xingshi, Lin Xingshi, Lin Xingshi, every day Little Nian Beast would lie on the floor and write her name many times.
And Lin Xingshi would also lie next to him, propping her chin with her hands, supervising him until he no longer made mistakes, and his handwriting was no longer crooked. Only then would she clap her hands and say with admiration, "Little Nian, you really are a super genius!"
"Little Nian is a genius!"
Little Nian Beast declared, throwing the paper and pen aside and rushing to the fridge for an ice pop.
That day, Little Nian Beast also wrote their names on the calendar. Over time, Lin Xingshi seemed to forget her original name. But she knew these days wouldn't last. They could hide for a while, but not their whole lives.
Lately, every time they went out, they avoided the surveillance cameras. It would be one thing if it was just herself, but Little Nian Beast was also implicated, having to walk in the shadows with her.
