The Gift

Two hours later, the mother and daughter lay sprawled on the ground, devoid of any semblance.

Zhouzhou, with a slight protrusion of her belly, let out a small burp, her chubby paws waving weakly. "I can't eat anymore,"she sighed.

The ingredients brought by the shop assistant had been completely devoured, all finding their way into their stomachs.

"I'm done too," An Ya stared blankly at the ceiling, almost envious of starving ghosts, at least they wouldn't have to experience the sensation of their stomachs about to burst.

In truth, she felt that gifts bought with money, as long as they were carefully chosen, were not perfunctory. They didn't necessarily have to be handmade.

"No, not yet," Zhouzhou struggled to get up, pulling out a pill from her pocket and popping it into her mouth.

Alarmed, An Ya asked, "What are you eating, Zhouzhou?"

Didn't she keep poison there?