Anning still didn't understand what was going on, but she conveniently struck up a conversation with the pheasant.
"What brings you here, sister?"
The pheasant happily hopped over to Anning, pecking lightly at her soft, white fur: "Sister, I can transform into a human now. I can finally transform into a human form."
After speaking, the pheasant spun around, and a girl dressed in colorful clothes appeared before Anning.
Anning glanced at the girl, feeling that it was quite an eyesore.
How to describe it, the girl's clothes aside, which were similar in color to the pheasant's feathers, but her hair was a mess piled on her head. Her face had makeup, with dark circles, long upward-tilted eyebrows, and black lips.
Anning thought this was quite similar to those non-mainstream makeup styles seen in modern times.
"Sister, am I pretty?"
The pheasant proudly asked.
"Pretty."
Anning replied against her conscience, and after speaking, she covered her chest, feeling a pang of guilt.
