The Ili Pika squatted on Xu Ying's palm, its round, black eyes covered with a layer of mist, and its little nose twitching.
It tilted its head to think about Xu Ying's question, its fluffy ears twitching, showing a confused expression:
[It seems like there is, yet it seems there isn't...]
Xu Ying stared at the silly little creature and couldn't help but poke its soft belly.
The Pika staggered, almost rolling off her hand, hurriedly hugging her finger to steady itself, and looked up with a bewildered face.
—With this intelligence, can it really survive in the wild?
Xu Ying silently noted in her mind: After filming ends, she must give it an intelligence test.
[You're a doctor who rescues small animals, so can you take me in?]
The Ili Pika suddenly clasped its front paws together, looking up at her with teary eyes, its fluffy fur slightly trembling in the cold wind, like a bullied little thing.
[I've always been bullied by other small animals in the wild...]
