News of Hua Han's return spread as if it had wings.
The pretty young females who had once admired him all dolled themselves up. They put on their most vibrant feather skirts and shiniest shell necklaces. Like a flock of showy butterflies, they eagerly gathered near the stone house where Hua Han, Bai Wanwan, and the others lived, craning their necks and chattering in anticipation.
After Hua Han finished speaking with his Father Beast and Mother, he heard the commotion outside. His scalp prickled as a thought struck him: 'I'm screwed. I haven't told Wanwan about this yet.'
"Hua Han! Hua Han, are you in there?"
"We heard you're awake! Are you feeling better?"
"Hua Han, do you think my new flower crown is pretty?"
The young females chattered, calling Hua Han's name, their voices full of unabashed admiration and delight.
