"Have you ever heard of the Black Crane God?"
"There is no record in the history books of the Eight Kingdoms."
"Xuanhe's body melted into the blood of the earth, and the skeleton was scattered on the Rainbow Sea at the foot of Mount Buzhou."
"That's really cruel."
Song Yinqiu curled up and listened to the voice coming from the brocade bag next to the pillow, feeling lonely for some reason.
"I guess that's a god like me that no one wants to look at."
"..." The man's voice paused, "Yes. He has only one believer from beginning to end."
"Later he died in front of the Crane God."
"Do gods watch their believers die?" Song Yinqiu turned over, thinking about whether to eat wontons or noodles tomorrow morning.
"It's my lover."
At this time, Song Yinqiu sneezed, which just covered the almost murmuring sound.
"What did you say?"
What answered him was the sound of snow whistling outside the window.