Nian Shutong also saw something shimmering. With one hand reaching forward, a vine, as if possessing its own hand, deftly grabbed the item from the water.
When the item surfaced, Nian Shutong smiled.
She patted Dou Dou's head and said, "Dou Dou is really lucky."
"Hmm?"
Dou Dou didn't quite understand, but he felt his aunt's happiness and grinned, his small white teeth showing, his eyes nearly disappearing in his smile.
By then, the item from the spring water had been placed on the sand by Nian Shutong.
The Little Pink Pig next to Dou Dou mischievously walked over for the first time and, with a short leg in coordination with its little hooves, gave it a kick.
Then, looking particularly proud, it scampered back and stood next to Dou Dou again.
Nian Shutong glanced at it and didn't take it to heart.
"Auntie, what is this?"
"A little dog, perhaps."
Nian Shutong looked at the sculpture on the ground, yet another one.
