When the girl woke up, she found herself hanging in a tree. She stood up, stood up unsteadily on the trunk of the tree, and jumped down. Gently swaying and swaying in the air - unscathed.
The girl stepped on the dirt and spun around in a circle.
Did I look like a flower when I first came down? Just like that, the petals are swirling and falling. Girls think so.
Then I'll call it Ye Zi! Girl... Oh no, Miss Ye Zi watched a petal of a flower fall on her hand, and then fell through her without any hindrance, and decided her future name.
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A short story about Miss Ye Zi and her friends.