Qin Ting was just invited by his friends to play script killing, but he met a real angel in the skin of an NPC.
This angel was like a Western god, as clear as ice and snow, pestering her for a contract.
She seemed to have some lost memories that resurfaced before her eyes.
Reading Guide
*A short story
*Feel free to use your works
*Write wherever you dream
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Purpose: freedom and equality
