On the day when Yanyan was sent to the mortal world to be punished, it was raining lightly. I stood in the clouds, and my heart felt like it had been stabbed by an awl.
She still had the teardrop mole in the corner of her eye. When she was born, she opened her eyes and smiled at the midwife, who was so frightened that she almost dropped her.
According to the laws of the Heavenly Palace, the punished fairy will suffer disasters from the moment she is born. I knelt outside the palace for three days and three nights in exchange for her safe childhood. Yanyan is very cute, he likes to make trouble, and his whole person is less sad than when he was in Tiangong. I feel guilty towards her, and I never expect to repay this guilt.
Some fantasy writing. I'll post a few chapters first, it will probably take a long time. If you like it, just collect it and come back later. The summer vacation will be completed faster. . . .