After successfully taking human form, Song Fei settled down in Qingliu Lane, the capital.
At home, he had an old osmanthus tree, a well, and a rabbit named A Rong.
The rabbit was a spirit formed from moonlight, and had been with him for three hundred years.
These days, life was simple:
In the morning, he went to Sister Chen’s bookshop to pick out a couple of light reads.
In the afternoon, he lounged in the courtyard, watching the rabbit munch on carrots in the sun.
At dusk, he waited for his older brother, Hu Xia, to come by for dinner and ramble about life among humans.
Sometimes an inconsiderate demon would come looking for trouble. Song Fei would smile and invite them to “step outside for a chat.”
When he returned, A Rong was always waiting at the door, its red eyes shining.
Song Fei would rub its head and think:
Maybe living like this isn’t so bad.
