Dialan's hair was too long, and she even choked on it while breathing.
"Hey... seriously?"
Li Aozi scratched his head and had no choice but to cut her hair with his sword, leaving her with short hair that reached her ears. The childlike Dialan was so small that he could carry her with one arm.
"...Thank you."
Dialan's voice was small and soft, a far cry from the usual ice-cold demeanor that kept everyone at a distance. She tried to open her big eyes and looked at Li Aozi, saying:
"I might... turn into a baby for the sake of your convenience. Find me a corner with water and just drop me there."
"What kind of nonsense are you talking about?"
Li Aozi frowned. He immediately tore down the curtain, made a swaddle, wrapped Dialan up, and strapped her to his back:
"If you turn into a baby, remember to cry to remind me. A baby can't be carried on the back, but must be held in front so it won't fall."
Dialan's eyelids fluttered as she exhaled hot air and spoke with effort:
