But without a doubt, the air is absolutely fresh, carrying the fragrant smell of grass; a scent that An Ning, who has always lived in the big city, very rarely gets to breathe in.
She stretched lazily, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath of fresh air.
As she opened her eyes, An Ning saw a little Tuzi swiftly run past her.
On instinct, An Ning took two steps forward, then paused in place.
Even though the Tuzi was small, she was certain that with her two legs, she couldn't outrun four legs, especially with the densely wild grass and thorny bushes around making it even harder for her to move.
Raising her left hand, she placed her index finger in front of her eyes and couldn't help but murmur, "Golden Finger, oh Golden Finger, you're just a glowing Golden Finger. I've managed to time travel once, but there's nothing practical about it. What's the use of a glowing finger? I can't exactly eat the golden light!"
Right after she spoke, her index finger began to glow again.
