Little Yanyan hopped over to Su Pan'er, holding up a painting in her hands as if presenting a treasure for her to see.
Su Pan'er took it and looked closely, bursting into laughter immediately.
The painting depicted a crested myna bird singing joyfully, suspended under a gallery adorned with climbing vines. What captivated her the most was the portrayal, beneath the gallery, of a pig with small, shiny eyes, its chubby body, fat head, and large ears, and its tiny tail curling twice mid-air, pointed high.
The pig's gaze fixed on the birdcage, as if in the next moment it would pounce and gulp down the crested myna inside.
Her finger traced around the myna, realizing Little Yanyan had yet to recover from the loss of Luo luo.
"Are you still thinking about Luo luo?"
The smile vanished from Little Yanyan's face, and she shook her head slightly before rubbing against Su Pan'er's arm.
"Think, but it's not really thinking. I have to catch the murderer who killed Luo luo and get revenge!"