Chapter 7

Separated by a wall, two beds.

On the west bed, Li Sanjiang’s brows were tightly furrowed. He muttered in his sleep from time to time, his limbs flailing irregularly.

Despite such a violent reaction, he remained unable to wake from the nightmare.

In the darkness, it felt as if an invisible person was pressing down on him.

The weight was immense, crushing his chest and leaving him nearly unable to breathe.

Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he could not push it away.

Li Sanjiang had never expected that after a lifetime of carrying corpses, he would one day suffer from sleep paralysis.

But even in such a flustered and agitated state, he managed to find a sliver of comfort

"It seems the baleful energy of the Little Marquis has been transferred to me. The formation is a success!"

Meanwhile, on the east bed, Li Zhuiyuan lay quietly.

There was not a trace of pain on his face, and his breathing was steady, as if he were sleeping soundly.

However, in his dream, Li Zhuiyuan opened his eyes.

He sat up, initially thinking he had woken up, but a glance outside revealed only pitch-black darkness.

He understood then that he was still dreaming; the bedroom’s gauze windows would have let in moonlight, and it couldn't possibly be this completely dark.

Looking around, Li Zhuiyuan discovered that his field of vision was limited to the bed he was sitting on.

It was an old wooden bed from a bygone era. Much of the detail had been worn away by time, but upon closer inspection, one could still find exquisite, deliberate carvings.

Li Zhuiyuan pushed aside the quilt, crawled to the edge of the bed, and reached out, trying to touch what lay beyond.

After all, it was just a dream.

During the day, Liu Manting had asked him if he was bored in the countryside.

He had replied that there were many fun things to do here.

Yes, indeed, there were many.

For years, he hadn't understood why the word "diligent" was so often prefixed to "study."

Wasn't studying just reading through concepts, theories, and formulas, and then solving those simple problems?

Later, he realized that there were people who truly felt pain during the process of learning.

He envied them.

At his young age, lacking life and social experience, the place he spent the most time was the classroom, as a student

You couldn't feel frustrated or tormented by difficult problems, you couldn't feel joy or excitement after solving them; there was no sense of repression, no sense of effort, and naturally, no sense of harvest.

The sea of test papers before him was like doing a mind-numbingly dull coloring exercise in a grid.

Especially when he tried to emulate other students by reporting his grades to his parents in hopes of praise, his mother would only look at him with increasingly cold eyes.

It was as if he had done something wrong, and was drifting further and further into error.

Therefore, he couldn't derive any emotion from studying, only... numbness.

The change came the moment he fell into the water and saw the little yellow oriole.

He felt repression, he felt pain, and even more so, when he witnessed the bearded father and son sink into the fishpond and the little oriole’s final dance on the water's surface, he experienced a sense of harvest.

His great-grandfather had seen him staring blankly and advised him to think of happy things, like attending a funeral feast.

He didn't tell his great-grandfather that, in his heart at that moment... he was exhilarated.

A brand-new door had cracked open before him.

He grew to like this unknown and eerie feeling.

He finally experienced ignorance and hesitation; that sense of powerlessness and lack of control brought a hint of pleasure to his heart.

He thought his grandmother’s act of using needles to call back a soul and placing it in a bowl of water was amazing.

He watched Liu Jinxia and Li Sanjiang, finding them even more amazing.

They understood so many concepts, remembered so many formulas, and could solve problems.

And he,

was just a poor student.

Li Zhuiyuan’s hand reached past the edge of the bed. He seemed to feel a breeze—very faint, so faint he suspected it might be his imagination.

Moreover, he could no longer see the hand he had extended past the edge.

He pulled his hand back and placed it in front of him. Yes, the hand was still there.

Then, he reached out again, this time downward.

He seemed to feel a slight chill—still very faint, but at least he could confirm a difference in tactile sensation.

At the height level with his bed, in the invisible space outside, there were two different types of mediums.

Li Zhuiyuan closed his eyes, focusing his attention to perceive as much as possible. His hand, reaching downward, began to sway slowly back and forth, his fingers moving irregularly.

More real, more delicate, continue.

The first two dreams: the first was the little oriole coming to his house, the second was the hunchbacked grandfather carrying the old lady.

This dream, then, shouldn't just be simple darkness.

Finally, he felt it—something slender had just brushed past his fingertips.

He immediately lay flat on the bed, stretching his arm as far down as he could.

Before long, the sensation returned, and the frequency began to increase.

It felt like... water weeds?

Li Zhuiyuan immediately thought of the black water weeds he had seen last time. Could it be hair?

It kept brushing past, weaving through, stroking his fingertips and forearm. When he pinched his fingers, he could feel a thin, hard texture.

It really seemed to be hair.

"Slap."

Li Zhuiyuan’s eyes brightened. Something had just lightly patted his palm. It wasn't the softness of hair; it was something else.

Wait, wait, wait...

"Slap."

The second one came.

What was it like? What was it like?

Li Zhuiyuan began to ponder, comparing it to images in his memory that might involve similar tactile collisions.

"Slap."

This time the force was greater, but still not enough!

Li Zhuiyuan began to increase the amplitude of his arm’s swing, swinging, swinging...

Finally,

"Slap!"

With a clear vibration, he even seemed to hear a crisp sound in his ear.

It was like standing in place with your arm raised, and someone had just walked up and high-fived you.

As Li Zhuiyuan made these discoveries, the thick blackness outside the bed gradually faded away in silence.

At the same time, the perception from below became clearer.

Li Zhuiyuan could even actively reach out to entwine those strands of hair, and in his swinging, he could complete the subsequent high-fives.

He realized that those high-fives didn't seem intentional on the other side’s part; rather, his hand had just happened to meet theirs. He could also feel that he had patted the back of a hand, as the sound wasn't as crisp.

Suddenly, Li Zhuiyuan felt his extended arm collide with something. He felt a sharp pain and instinctively pulled his arm back.

This retraction seemed to allow something that had been blocked to continue its movement.

Li Zhuiyuan’s fingertips touched a hard, rounded arc, followed by a slick depression, then the clear, upward-moving joints of bones. He felt the bumps of bone after bone, and then, he touched something round, high, and elastic.

Then, his fingers lost contact. He immediately thrust his arm all the way down, and at the very end, he grasped five short, clustered joints.

"Hoo..."

Li Zhuiyuan immediately pulled his hand back, a look of shock on his face.

It was a complete human body; he had just touched everything from the back of her head down to her toes.

Under the bed, there were people!

And not just one or a few—there were many, many of them, a whole crowd!

At this moment, Li Zhuiyuan noticed that the thin quilt that had been beside him was gone.

He looked toward the corner of the bed, where a child was huddled, wrapped tightly in the quilt, shivering, his eyes full of terror.

This child looked... exactly like him.

"I'm so scared, I'm so scared, I'm really so scared... wuwuwu... Mommy, come pick me up."

Li Zhuiyuan just looked at the "himself" shivering in fear and asked

"Why are you still here?"

...

"Comrade, we have tested and examined your son. He has no psychological problems whatsoever. He is healthy, sunny, and cheerful."

The female doctor in the white coat spoke with a smile, and she couldn't help but reach out to gently touch the little boy's face.

The little boy smiled back.

Yes, what a cute child.

The doctor looked up at the mother standing beside the boy, feeling puzzled. Why was it that when she delivered the "healthy" diagnosis, the mother’s face showed not a hint of joy, but only cold indifference?

At the time, psychology and psychological medicine were not yet widespread in the country, and the public’s understanding was limited, though one could still find clinics in the capital.

"Mommy, I'm not sick." Eight-year-old Li Zhuiyuan took his mother’s hand and looked up at her. "Mommy, the doctor said I'm very healthy."

Li Lan looked down at her son, then back at the doctor, and said

"You have been deceived by him."

The female doctor spread her hands, trying to control her emotions as she explained

"Comrade, since you brought your son here, I assume you have some understanding of psychology. Therefore, you should trust our diagnosis and our professionalism."

Li Lan: "I overestimated your professionalism."

"As a mother, how can you be like this?" The female doctor could no longer hold back. "This is the first time I've seen a mother who is dissatisfied upon hearing her son is healthy. I really cannot understand what you are thinking!"

Li Lan: "You just said you were professional."

The female doctor: "..."

Li Lan took Li Zhuiyuan’s hand and turned to leave the clinic. Li Zhuiyuan followed his mother’s pace, head bowed, like a child who had done something wrong.

They didn't go home, but instead went to a psychological clinic affiliated with a foreign-oriented hospital.

Li Zhuiyuan was taken in by a new doctor for an examination.

Forty minutes later, the door opened, and Li Zhuiyuan was brought out.

The doctor said with a serious expression

"Madam, we now tentatively suspect that your son has signs of severe schizophrenia and autism. In our consultation, this appears to be related to his family emotional life.

He is very eager for care and companionship from his mother.

Therefore, I hope that in the coming course of treatment, as the child’s mother, you will cooperate with us as much as possible so that your son can return to health."

After hearing the doctor, Li Lan looked down at Li Zhuiyuan standing before her and asked

"Is it fun?"

"Mommy, I..."

The doctor couldn't watch anymore. He reached out to block Li Lan: "Madam, you shouldn't be so harsh on your son. His problem is already very serious; you must take it seriously, otherwise in the future..."

Li Lan didn't continue listening and turned to leave.

"Madam, Madam!" No matter how the doctor called, she didn't look back.

Li Zhuiyuan trotted to keep up.

Li Lan stopped in front of the restroom. Li Zhuiyuan stopped too. There was a large mirror here, reflecting the mother and son.

Li Zhuiyuan saw his mother in the mirror, staring at her own reflection with a look of disgust in her eyes.

Even when she shifted her gaze downward to the Li Zhuiyuan in the mirror, the disgust did not vanish.

"Mommy..."

Li Zhuiyuan carefully tugged at Li Lan’s sleeve. He wanted to ask his mother what he should do to make her like him as she used to, instead of becoming increasingly indifferent over the last few years.

He believed that if he knew, he could correct it quickly, because he learned things fast.

"A-Lan, A-Lan, A-Lan!"

Outside, his father’s voice called out. He ran over, drenched in sweat, and without waiting to catch his breath, asked nervously: "A-Lan, how is Xiao Yuan? Is there a problem?"

"Daddy."

"Hey, son."

Li Zhuiyuan was pulled into his father’s embrace.

Li Lan watched the father and son hugging. She seemed to be trying to restrain herself, but the muscles at the corners of her mouth still curled slightly, revealing a mocking smile.

The man looked up and saw it.

At this moment, the various emotions that had been accumulating in his heart could no longer be suppressed. He growled in a nearly trembling voice

"A-Lan, what exactly do you want? What will it take to satisfy you? Do you have to torture us in this way?"

After shouting, he sat on the ground and wept.

"Daddy, don't cry." Li Zhuiyuan stepped forward, wanting to wipe his father’s tears.

But he met his mother’s gaze and immediately stopped all movement.

Li Lan closed her eyes, opened them a moment later, and turned to walk away, leaving the father and son behind.

Li Zhuiyuan looked ahead. On the polished tiles, the reflection of his mother’s retreating figure grew smaller and smaller.

...

"Why are you still here?"

On the bed, facing the "himself" shivering in the quilt, Li Zhuiyuan asked a second time.

But the other side still gave no answer.

Li Zhuiyuan shook his head: "Thank you for helping me deceive the doctor during that check-up, but you don't exist."

He did not have schizophrenia.

As soon as he finished speaking, the thin quilt fell onto the bed.

The "himself" who had been shivering and calling for Mommy was gone.

"Swish... swish... swish..."

Suddenly, the clear sound of flowing water came from all around.

The dense darkness finally faded, turning into a gray like splashed ink.

But at least, visibility had improved.

Li Zhuiyuan slowly stood up and looked around again.

He was standing on the bed, yet it felt like he was standing on a boat.

Because all around him were pitch-black, churning river waves, and in the water floated corpse after corpse—dense and countless, like an endless rice paddy.

"Great-grandfather said that after the ritual, I would return to normal.

But why, why did I still have a dream?

And,

a dream like this..."

At this moment, it seemed like a wind had risen on the river.

The wind passed through the corpses, bringing the unique stench of death.

A thousand times stronger than the scent of rice.

Li Zhuiyuan stood and watched for a long time. He even walked to the head of the bed, leaning on the railing to look.

He didn't know how long this dream would last, and he didn't seem to have a way to wake himself up.

However...

Li Zhuiyuan sat down on the bed, straightened the messy quilt, folded it neatly, lay down, and pulled the quilt over his stomach.

Hmm,

he was going to sleep.

...

"Hmm..."

Li Zhuiyuan opened his eyes. It was already dawn outside.

He knew he was truly awake.

This sleep had been very comfortable; he felt refreshed and full of energy.

Li Zhuiyuan couldn't help but wonder: was sleeping in a dream actually a form of deep sleep?

If that were true, then he wouldn't mind dreams like last night’s; in fact, he might even feel a bit nostalgic.

After all, no matter how terrifying a nightmare was, if you experienced it enough, you could get used to it.

He looked down and found that the black thread circles on his neck, wrists, and ankles had snapped on their own.

Great-grandfather said they could be cut off in the morning, so it shouldn't matter, right?

He got out of bed and walked to the door. Before pushing it open, Li Zhuiyuan closed his eyes and began to breathe deeply.

This was a habit he had learned from his mother. She would often stand in front of the bathroom mirror after waking up and take deep breaths with great effort.

Although even now, Li Zhuiyuan didn't know what the point of it was.

However, after pushing the door open and feeling the warm sunlight wash over him, a smile appeared at the corners of Li Zhuiyuan’s mouth, as if all the gloom of last night had vanished in an instant.

Picking up his washbasin and toothbrush cup, Li Zhuiyuan went to the terrace to get water and began to wash up.

"Xiao Yuan, come down for breakfast when you're done." Auntie Liu called out from the courtyard.

"Okay, Auntie Liu."

Li Zhuiyuan went downstairs. The small wooden stool wasn't placed inside the house this time, but out in the courtyard.

On the stool sat a bowl of white porridge, a salted duck egg, a dish of pickled eggplant, and a dish of pickled ginger.

"There's more porridge in the pot. Should I get you another duck egg?"

"This is enough, Auntie Liu. Thank you."

"What are you thanking me for? This is my job."

Li Zhuiyuan was a bit curious about how much his great-grandfather paid Auntie Liu.

However, he figured his great-grandfather had enough money. Although he lived "luxuriously," his income was also high. Most importantly, he had no children, didn't save money, and spent whatever he earned.

"Auntie Liu, did my great-grandfather go out?"

"No, he probably hasn't woken up yet."

"Oh."

Li Zhuiyuan began to eat breakfast. He first tapped the top of the duck egg against the wooden stool, peeled it along the crack, and then held it in his hand, using the tip of his chopsticks to pick out the contents to eat.

As he was finishing, he saw that at the east end of the courtyard, twenty meters away, a square wooden stool and a small bench had also been set out, with white porridge and pickles on them.

The little girl he had seen yesterday walked out, led by her grandmother, and sat down.

She was wearing a purple cheongsam today, much more conservative than the one the little oriole had worn, and the embroidery on her cheongsam was more delicate and intricate.

Additionally, she had changed her hairstyle today, with a wooden hairpin inserted into it.

Such attention to clothing was rare in the countryside, especially since it was still summer—most boys ran around the village in nothing but briefs.

Auntie Liu brought over another set of stools. This time, a tea set was placed on the wooden stool. She whispered something to the old grandmother, who waved her hand, and Auntie Liu left.

The grandmother then crouched in front of the girl, speaking to her in a soft, gentle voice.

The girl sat there, staring straight ahead. Just like yesterday, it was as if no one else existed in her eyes.

But the grandmother’s persuasion finally worked. The girl silently lowered her head, picked up her chopsticks, and began to eat.

Li Zhuiyuan noticed that she would take one bite of pickles for every two bites of porridge, never changing the frequency.

When the grandmother peeled a salted duck egg and tried to hand it to her, she stopped, and her body seemed to begin to tremble slightly.

The grandmother immediately apologized and took the egg away.

Only then did the girl continue her meal, still one bite of pickles for two bites of porridge.

Watching this scene, Li Zhuiyuan thought of someone—his desk mate in the gifted class. He ate the same way, planning out his meal in advance, how much vegetable for how much rice, ensuring that by the end, everything was finished.

Not only that, but when he walked out of the classroom, he had to step on the corners of the floor tiles. If he stepped wrong, he would run back into the classroom and walk out again, even if he was desperate to use the restroom.

The girl ate quickly. When she finished, she put down her chopsticks.

The grandmother took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the corners of her mouth and her fingers.

Then, she stood up, picked up the bench, and walked back to the east room.

In the same position as before, she put down the bench, sat down, placed her feet on the threshold, and stared straight ahead.

The grandmother looked at her with a sense of helplessness, then stood up and sat on a chair.

Li Zhuiyuan noticed that the girl’s gaze had fallen on him again. But unlike yesterday, this time she took the initiative to wave and called out to him

"Come, come over here, let me see you."

Li Zhuiyuan walked over. As he got closer, he could smell a faint incense scent radiating from her.

"Hello, Grandma."

"Your name is Xiao Yuan, right?"

"Yes, Li Zhuiyuan."

"Grandma’s surname is Liu."

"Grandma Liu."

"Good boy. Since moving here, this is the first time I've seen another child, hehe." Liu Yumei raised her wrist, glanced at her bracelet, hesitated, seemingly feeling it wasn't appropriate, and finally took a jade thumb ring off her ring finger and handed it to Li Zhuiyuan. "Here, a little gift from Grandma."

Li Zhuiyuan waved his hand: "I can't take it, Grandma Liu. It's too expensive."

"It's fake, glass. Just treat it like a toy."

"No, I can't take it."

Liu Yumei pushed it forward again, urging: "A gift from an elder should not be refused; to refuse is disrespectful."

Li Zhuiyuan stepped back half a step, not reaching out to take it, and replied: "I have to ask my great-grandfather first."

Liu Yumei nodded and put the jade ring back into her pocket, not putting it back on her finger.

"Xiao Yuan, what grade are you in?"

"Third grade."

"How are your grades?"

"They're okay."

"How old are you this year?"

"Ten."

"What month were you born?"

"August."

"Then you're a month older than our A-Li." As she spoke, Liu Yumei looked at the girl sitting behind the threshold. "Originally, our A-Li should have been in third grade too."

Liu Yumei’s expression dimmed. Yes, her granddaughter should have been like the little boy before her—cheerful, healthy, and attending school.

"Oh, right, Xiao Yuan, when you live here, you can go anywhere else, just don't go to the east room. Hmm, don't get close to A-Li. Our A-Li doesn't like strangers getting close; she's shy and wary of people."

Grandma Liu gave the same warning his great-grandfather had given him last night.

Li Zhuiyuan asked: "Grandma, does A-Li have autism?"

Liu Yumei looked at the little boy in surprise: "You even know that?"

In this day and age, most people hadn't even heard the word.

"Yes."

Liu Yumei blinked, reached out, and took Li Zhuiyuan’s hand.

She asked

"Why? Do you have adults in your family who study this?"

*Well, they study me.*

"I saw it in the newspaper."

"Oh." Liu Yumei sighed with some disappointment.

"Grandma Liu, there are places in the big cities that can treat this illness."

Li Zhuiyuan was curious. Her family didn't seem to lack money; why didn't they take Qin Li to a big city for treatment instead of living here?

"Our A-Li, she doesn't have ordinary autism. Going to the hospital to see a doctor is useless."

Li Zhuiyuan didn't understand. If the hospital was useless, could living at his great-grandfather’s place be useful?

Liu Yumei turned to look at the tea set on the wooden stool and asked: "Want some tea?"

"Thank you, Grandma."

Seeing Liu Yumei prepare to bend down to get the thermos, Li Zhuiyuan picked it up first: "I'll do it."

"Hmm? Alright, you do it."

Li Zhuiyuan opened the tea cake, added the tea, waited for the water, poured the tea, rinsed the pot, scalded the cups, and poured the tea...

When the old people in the residential compound held their tea parties, they would always call him over to be in charge of brewing tea. He had to go, because he had to mooch meals at their houses.

Liu Yumei watched Li Zhuiyuan’s movements the whole time. She suddenly felt that this child was very interesting.

"Grandma, tea."

"Hmm." Taking a sip of tea, Liu Yumei said, "From now on, the tea-brewing job is yours. Grandma has plenty of snacks here."

"Okay!"

At this moment, there was movement on the second-floor terrace. Soon, Li Sanjiang walked down, looking weary and listless.

Liu Yumei turned her head slightly and smiled: "What, didn't sleep last night and went out to be a thief?"

Li Sanjiang sighed. It was worse than being a thief; he had been chased by a group of Qing Dynasty zombies in his dream all night!

"Little Marquis, how did you sleep last night?"

"Great-grandfather, I slept very well."

"That's good, that's good..."

Li Sanjiang let out a long sigh of relief. It seemed the formation was indeed a success; suffering a bit was worth it.

Auntie Liu brought Li Sanjiang his breakfast. While he was eating, the figures of Li Weihan and Cui Guiying appeared in the distance, carrying Li Zhuiyuan’s change of clothes and snacks.

When he was at home, all the children were there, and these snacks had to be shared among everyone. Now that Li Zhuiyuan was living outside, the rest were brought over.

"Little Marquis, listen to your great-grandfather while you live here. Don't cause him any trouble, understand?"

"Grandma will come to see you, child. Be good. If you want to come back, just run home and visit, you know?"

"Slap, slap, slap!"

Li Sanjiang angrily tapped the wooden stool with his chopsticks and scolded

"Han-hou, you brat, coming over early in the morning to deliver things—is it because you're afraid that if you come later, your uncle will keep you for a meal?

Heh, you're something else now. You don't even want to sit down and have a drink with your uncle? You're being distant, you're being cold, you don't treat your uncle like family anymore, right?"

Seeing this, Li Weihan and Cui Guiying immediately stepped forward to soothe him and apologize.

After calming Li Sanjiang down, they left.

Li Sanjiang scraped the last bit of porridge from his bowl into his mouth, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and said to Li Zhuiyuan, who was standing beside him: "Your grandfather is just sour. He has that dead look where he can't sleep at night if he thinks he's let someone else take advantage of him. That's what I hate most about him."

His fields were originally meant for Li Weihan to farm, but who knew that this old brat would end up canceling the lease.

"That's why you're willing to let Grandpa take care of you in your old age, Great-grandfather."

Li Sanjiang smacked his lips. Those words really hit home.

He knew that when he was truly crooked-mouthed and unable to take care of himself, Li Weihan would not only take care of him, but most importantly... he wouldn't give him a hard time.

He, Li Sanjiang, had lived a carefree life, and even in his final days, he didn't want to suffer any grievances.

But in front of a child, Li Sanjiang still had to put on an act: "What, is it a loss for him to take care of me? The land belongs to the village collective, but this house, this business, all the things I've saved—don't they all go to him in the end? Hmph, he's not losing out."

Following that, Li Sanjiang patted Li Zhuiyuan’s chin and continued: "But I don't want my things to end up divided among those ungrateful uncles of yours. Little Marquis, be good, keep your great-grandfather happy, and I'll write a will—all these belongings will go directly to you, how about that?"

"Okay, when I grow up, I'll take care of you in your old age."

"Hahahaha, by the time you grow up, I'll probably be long gone."

But hearing those words made him truly happy; they sounded so auspicious.

Li Zhuiyuan remembered what Auntie Liu had said about the basement yesterday, and the book *Jinsha Luowen Jing* he had seen on the floor of Li Sanjiang’s room last night, so he asked

"Great-grandfather, what's in your basement?"

"The valuable stuff is on the first floor. The things in the basement aren't worth anything—just some junk I picked up in the past, and a dozen boxes of waste paper that others stored here. Ghost-drawn symbols, can't even read them."

*Books?*

Li Zhuiyuan’s eyes lit up. Those weren't waste books; those were his study materials.

He was desperate to improve his grades.

"Great-grandfather, can I go inside and take a look?"

"What?" Li Sanjiang was surprised. "There's nothing worth looking at in there."

"You said your belongings would be left to me, so you can't go back on your word."

"Fine, fine, fine. If you want to rummage through it, go ahead. The key is in the cloth shoe next to the door. Be careful, it's dusty and dirty inside. I haven't been in there for years."

"Thank you, Great-grandfather."

Just as Li Zhuiyuan was about to explore the basement, another hunchbacked figure appeared on the path outside—it was Niu Fu.

"Uncle Sanjiang, Uncle Sanjiang, I've come to beg you!"

Almost subconsciously, Li Zhuiyuan’s gaze immediately fell on Niu Fu’s hunchback, but he immediately remembered Liu Jinxia’s warning and turned his head away, refusing to look at him.

But because of this, Li Zhuiyuan saw that Qin Li, who had been sitting in the east room like a statue, had actually moved her neck, her gaze fixed on Niu Fu’s back.

*She can see it!*