On a rainy night, illustrator Jiang Yuxin finds an injured little fox spirit beneath her porch.
Fan Xinle is just 150 centimeters tall, with rare ice-blue eyes, yet she is covered in wounds and trembling like a frightened bird.
In a world where demons exist in plain sight, the fur and eyes of the spirit fox clan are worth a fortune on the black market. She has just escaped from hell.
“Don’t be afraid. I’m not the one chasing you.”
From that night on, two lonely souls cautiously grow closer in a tiny apartment on the seventh floor.
One cradles the other’s every fear in her palm; the other presses her forehead against a shoe, staking her last scrap of trust.
Between pigments and spiritual energy, nightmares and the scent of medicine, “I bet you’ll come back” and “I’ve been here all along,” they slowly stitch their wounds closed.
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 🍉