On a rainy night, illustrator Jiang Yuxin found an injured little fox demon under the porch.
Fan Xingle, who is 150 centimeters tall, has rare ice-blue eyes, but is covered in scars and frightened like a frightened bird.
In this world where monsters exist semi-publicly, the fur and eyes of the spirit fox clan are priceless on the black market - she just escaped from hell.
"Don't be afraid, I'm not chasing you."
From this night on, two lonely souls approached cautiously in the small apartment on the seventh floor.
One held up all the other's fears with his palm, and the other pledged his last trust with his forehead against the toe of his shoe.
Between paint and spiritual power, between nightmares and the scent of medicine, between "I bet you'll come back" and "I'll always be here", they slowly sutured their wounds.
Reader comments
The storyline is fluently narrated and the plot development is reasonable. It couldn't be better.
Bro's cold bones feel the warmth
The storyline is fluently narrated and the plot development is reasonable. It couldn't be better. Bro's cold bones feel the warmth
It feels more routine [eating melon]