"Your qualities are very good. Do you want to join me as a judge of the gods?"
"The Inquisitor? What is that?"
"It is a great profession to awaken the fusangshen sleeping in the sword, and then lead them to safeguard the correctness of history."
The little girl looked at the flowered fox in front of her. The clean one was different from the dirty and bleeding one huddled in the corner. Even if she stepped on ice that had melted and mixed with muddy water and re-formed into dirty ice, it was spotless and as fluffy as the stuffed dolls she had seen placed high behind the glass showcase countless times.
"Can I... Touch you?"
"Eh?"
That's something she can't have.
That was an extravagant wish that she couldn't express.
The little girl looked at the fox in front of her and stretched out her hand.
The snowflakes falling from the sky gently fell on the back of her purple hands and turned into water.
"If you let me touch it, I will promise you."
"Okay.
The comically colorful fox thought for a moment, jumped from the ground into her arms, and sat down obediently.
"So warm. "
She couldn't help but carefully hugged the fox in her arms, like hugging a burning stove. While he was afraid of being burned by the flames, he couldn't help but reach out for the warmth that was within reach.
This was the only time she gained in a life of constant losses.
**The author's copywriting is useless, so... Just select an excerpt and use it as copywriting.
**A gift for my dear friend Jiang Jiang, Momojiu.
Warning: The ending is set. I personally don't feel anything about it, but I heard it's very emmmmm… If you feel unwell, escape as soon as possible.