Firefly Grass?
Such a strange name.
Is it because of "In the mid-summer month, decayed grass becomes fireflies"?
But she's clearly just an adorable little girl?
Hui Lijing's mind flashed with scattered pieces of knowledge, and then, instinctively, she reached out her hand.
She wanted to pull the little girl away from this dangerous place.
The corner formed by the collapsed wall looked stable, but hidden dangers lurked everywhere. A single mistake and the little girl before her could be buried alive.
That was something Hui Lijing simply could not bear to witness.
The little girl, holding a dandelion, trembled slightly as she looked at Hui Lijing's outstretched hand.
She had never been treated with such kindness before.
A warm smile.
Bright eyes.
A pure heart.
She could feel the goodwill emanating from the woman before her.
It was devoid of even the tiniest trace of other emotions.
Nor did it contain any disdain toward her.
Even though she was the weakest... Shikigami.
