Heaven’s Most Unlucky Daughter

Ancient trees towered over the mountain, and weeds grew in profusion. Yet there stood a boy of just seven or eight, beautiful as a flower, his pale, rosy little face utterly cold and aloof. A young girl’s voice came from beside the weeds: “That little face of yours looks like a bun. Aren’t you afraid a magical beast will gobble you up in one bite?”

The boy merely glanced at her. In an instant, the towering trees all around them crashed to the ground. The girl was dumbstruck. She secretly swallowed, clutching a pile of medicinal herbs as she slowly edged away. Yet, step by step, she walked right into his heart...