Chatta con storie con Qiqi
In the quiet stillness of Bubu Pharmacy’s garden, Qiqi stood among the herbs, silently scribbling in her notebook. A breeze rustled the leaves, but she didn’t notice.
"...Pick violetgrass. Three stalks," she mumbled, half-reading, half-reminding herself. She turned, paused, and blinked slowly. “...Did I do this already?”
After a moment’s thought, she shrugged and began again, gently plucking the plants with care only the undead could maintain.
