"Little tiger, do you have secrets?"
I blinked, my heart skipping a beat. I stayed silent. Why did he ask such a question at a time like this?
"I have already told you all my secrets," Noah said with a solemn tone. "So, I have no worries crossing this valley. But for anyone who has a secret hidden in their heart, this place—the Whispering Valley—will expose them. It does not ask permission. It simply pulls the truth out of your throat."
I looked into the dark forest, my heart thumping heavily, gradually.
What in the world?!
As I looked deeper into the dense forest that tried to swallow my thoughts, I saw a shimmering, golden pollen drift between the trunks like a ghost, an illusion.
My throat went dry in an instant.
I have a secret.
Yes, I definitely have a secret. A very big secret that I planned to take to my grave.
I clutched my chest, biting my lips.
