The blue pheasant is a demon that lives in my body.
Although the demon has no gender, I always stubbornly believed that "she" was a woman, and gave her a name called Qing Pheasant, a very beautiful bird.
Of course, the demon does not have a fixed shape, but it can change into different shapes according to my imagination. So when I lay on the grass and felt her body passing through my hair and between my fingers as gently as the wind, her face would quietly appear in front of me.
The face is as white as snow, the dark eyebrows are as long as ink and sweep into the temples, the eyes are hazy and gentle, as if they contain an eternal and beautiful legend, and a touch of vermilion is like fresh peach petals, highlighting endless charm. Green hair flutters.
The blue pheasant has been with me since I was born.
Tenderly entrenched in my blood, bone marrow, and every corner of my body.
- To suck the life out of me.
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