Seven days passed, Little Taotie's eyes shone brightly, as if filled with countless little stars, full of anticipation as she looked at Teacher Ma.
Teacher Ma glanced at her, then lowered his eyes and avoided her gaze.
Little Taotie's heartbeat began to flutter in panic, as she stepped forward and tugged on the hem of Teacher Ma's clothes, pitifully asking, "Are they... gone?"
She thought of the memories of the Ghost King, of those infants he had devoured—each one was either newly born, not yet born, but fully formed—each one in their purest, most innocent stage, having done no wrong.
Why must those who are innocent vanish into nothingness!
Teacher Ma let out a soft sigh, his gaze meeting the reddened corners of Little Taotie's eyes, he whispered softly, "Knowing the answer is cruel, why then do you still seek it?"
