Neapolitan Cake
Editor: Vermillion
"You're little Red Riding Hood?"
Even though Lin Sanjiu had an inkling about that, she couldn't help asking when she heard those words.
Just then, she suddenly found herself sitting in the flower-field again.
"Huh?"
The warm rays of the sun shone down from above, there was a grassy aroma in the air and she could hear the sound of the breeze threading through the flower field. She looked around and saw no one.
While she sat, Lin Sanjiu saw that there was a bent daisy by her feet. From the imprint in the grass, she must have been lying down previously. She knew she was still in the pocket dimension, but she couldn't figure out what had just happened. "What was that? Was I dreaming?" she mumbled to herself as she stood up.