The moment I raised my head, I froze. The Pope, who was very far away from me, smiled at me. His words were still on his lips. When he was about to come to the end, he said.
"May the Lord bless you."
——Pelse.
That name was like a taboo, spoken with lips, and quickly drowned in silence, as if it was a secret between the two of us. The Pope did not bless everyone, he only blessed me.
May the Lord bless you, Pearl.
Just you.
This article refers to part of the medieval background, but it is actually an imaginary background.
The point is, the text is a hodgepodge of myths, regardless of Western Europe, Northern Europe, or Greece. I may know the distinction better than you. I am just writing a story. If it is more serious, just ignore it and ignore it. It is not suitable for you.
The male protagonist is Zhou Qiluo, but it doesn't seem appropriate to say that he is in love with a fan. Let's just treat it as a fan.