I woke up from my dream and heard someone murmuring in the distance. Could it be that someone picked up my jade pendant? I came looking for the sound, and it turned out to be a happy little demon on earth.
"Who are you?" He asked innocently.
There was a long pause.
"Qinglan." No one asked her name for a long time, and I almost forgot.
"Qinglan." He called out, and the two plain words sounded particularly pleasant between his lips and teeth, like a nightingale.
"Yeah." He smiled stiffly.
He shouted several times happily: "Qinglan! Qinglan!"
Perhaps only little demons in the human world who know nothing about the world have such courage, which is quite novel.
...
"What do I think of you?" He asked calmly.
"It's not a wooden sign." He replied firmly.
"What is that?" He didn't give up, his eyes were full of sorrow.
It's calamity.
But it's hard to say.
Intention: Sincere emotions