Suddenly, something strange caught her attention. It was a section of some insect's body that appeared to have been accidentally wounded by her own little shovel, writhing in pain on the ground.
Ji Nuan felt somewhat guilty as she dug a small pit with the little shovel and then placed the small insect, which was no longer moving, into the hole and began to bury it, "I'm sorry, it wasn't on purpose. I just didn't see you before, or else I...hmm?"
She raised the shovel in her hand, and the spot where the insect's body had just lain bore a clump of white substance, which caught Ji Nuan's attention.
She reached out to touch it, and found that the white substance wasn't liquid but rather sandy.
Ji Nuan dipped her little finger into it and brought it close to her nose to smell. There was no strange odor.
After thinking about it, she was about to taste the substance in her hand when a large hand stopped her, "You're eating from a dead insect...?"
