Contracting a Sweet Little Spirit, the Emotionally Exhausted Girl Goes on a Rampage

Xu Nian Ning had spent her seventeen years of life making a habit of hiding herself away. On a rainy night, a milky-white ball of light landed in her palm. It called itself Gao Bao. In a soft voice, it told her, "If you feel sad, I'll disappear." Every time she despised herself, Gao Bao's life was put in danger. She had never wanted to be anyone's light, yet she found herself bound to a tiny life. She tried to change, picked up a paintbrush, and worked up the courage to express what was in her heart. But little by little, she realized that the teacher everyone at school agreed was gentle never looked at her. His gaze always fell on the slightly trembling Gao Bao in her pocket instead. The school was like a breeding ground, anxiety its nourishment, students its seedlings, and Gao Bao the fruit he had spent three years cultivating and was about to harvest. The teacher was only a pawn, with a corrupted spirit pet dwelling inside him, sustained by pressure from the outside world. Beneath his mild smile, a trapped soul's eyes cried out for help. Five pact-makers and five sweet spirits painted through their resonance, weaving a net of counterattack together. "He cultivated it. I'll protect it." Xu Nian Ning closed her hand protectively around Gao Bao and waited for the game to reach its conclusion. Deep in the world of sweet spirits, a giant eye slowly opened, seeking to use the hollowness in human hearts to open a path between the two worlds. It thought there were cracks everywhere in the human world, never imagining that a girl was filling the gaps, bit by bit, with a paintbrush in hand.