He thought he would die that winter.
He never imagined he would meet a god with a tender heart after all.
"Please... save me."
His plea was answered, and from then on, he had a place to call home.
"Master, I'm a Moonshadow Rakshasa now. Can I still come back?"
"Welcome home, Chi Li."
A gentle breeze passed, carrying the faint scent of plum blossoms.
The plum blossoms by the roadside have bloomed. I hope tomorrow will be sunny.
An honest boy x a gentle master
Theme: Saving each other.
