Lu Yuque wiped her tears with her sleeve, but couldn't clean them off, instead her face got even muddier with grass and dirt.
The person turned his head to glance at her. Lu Yuque pursed her lips, trying to force a smile to respond, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she cried completely, lowering her head, her body trembling uncontrollably by the lakeside.
The young man turned his gaze away without speaking. He put away the gourd, walked over through her sobs, and used his sword to tap the limbs of the porcelain figure, setting it upright, moving its arms and legs, slowly arranging it into a normal standing position.
After a while, Lu Yuque stopped crying, looking at him with tear-stained, dirty eyes as he did these things.
"Is it... not a ghost?" she asked.
"No. It's indeed a dead object." The young man examined it closely, "From inside to outside, there's not a single sign of life."
"But, it just spoke..."
