"I didn't want to say anything about this, but.. What did you mean about a black dust? And how did that kill me in the first place?"
Coco has always been curious about what happened to her when she died, but she did not have the heart to ask about it because she knows that Lala would be reminded of what she did and will feel guilty.
Sure, she was not sure what to feel in the beginning and felt bad for the fairy because she was crying so much, but right now, her curiosity is its peak.
The reaction of the fairy towards her words was immediate, Lala's body grew stiff and tense as her red eyes widened slightly in surprise, the expression of disbelief and fright are as clear as day in her face.
"Coco, I could tell you what happened myself—" The garden fairy rushed towards Coco, but she was too late.
The magical quill moved, the sharp tip of the old school pen scratching against the surface of the scroll as it scriblle the information Coco asked for.
