The white goose stared at the man with frightened eyes, its mind filled with the previous scene of sensing Little Ann in danger. According to past experience, its sense of danger would either resolve on the same day or within twenty-four hours. Why was this man still here? And why did it happen just as Little Ann was on her way here?
Thinking that Little Ann might be in danger soon, the white goose trembled behind the tree trunk.
Meanwhile, the man was walking towards the white goose. He stopped in front of the trees, his gaze fixed on the white goose.
After a moment, he took out a miniature white goose from his pocket, no bigger than the palm of his hand.
This goose... looked just like the white goose toy he had gotten from the hospital. Was it a coincidence?
At the same time, the white goose saw the miniature white goose toy in his hand.
"Gaa!"
Isn't that me? It's the miniature white goose toy Little Ann played with at the hospital! How did it end up in this man's hand?