After failing to get her cloud-riding license for the eleventh time, Su Mengmeng felt like there was nothing left to live for. Looking at Baili, who stood beside her with a helpless expression, Su Mengmeng finally asked the question that had been weighing on her for so long.
"Am I really that stupid?"
Baili instinctively nodded, but when he saw the murderous look in Su Mengmeng's eyes, he hurriedly denied it.
"Of course not. It's just cloud-riding. How could that be a way to tell whether someone is stupid or not?"
"But..."
"Honey! It's enough that one of us can ride clouds. Don't you think?"
It's beautiful. It's great. Please help me write a long story.
It feels good and quite creative, but I have a question: Don't all gods fly?