"Let me think..." Little Xiaotao muttered, sinking into contemplation.
As Little Xiaotao's head still rested in the center of the image, her distant body began to perform a ballet. Her long snake-like neck was twisted more times than could be counted, yet she seemed oblivious. Her body continued to dance while her head hung low in thought, as if each part of her had its own mind.
This eerie scene lasted for around ten seconds before Little Xiaotao raised her head: "I've seen many interesting fates entangled around you, but most of the matters I can't speak of unless you come to find my true self."
"Your true self?" Laplace questioned doubtfully.
Little Xiaotao: "If you want to know information about my true self, it will consume one secret question."
Laplace shook her head: "No need, please continue."
Little Xiaotao: "I thought of two secret pieces of information related to you. Which one do you want to hear?"
Laplace: "Which two?"
