[This blurb used to be for Detective Conan. For various reasons, I won't be continuing that story. I can't delete the post, so I've changed it to another story. If you bookmarked it for Detective Conan, feel free to remove it. Thank you so much!]
Version One:
Feng Rang is a child Feng Baobao dug out of the ground while on a mission in Shaanxi.
Female, likes men, loves biangbiang noodles, and has a beloved motorcycle she won't let anyone ride except Feng Baobao.
Her already eventful life has recently had another mishap. It seems some Taoist priest has his eye on her...
The underling behind her made a throat-slitting gesture: Should we take him out?
Feng Rang: ...Who takes out whom is still up in the air.
Version Two:
Mountains and rivers have spirits, and the four seasons follow their own rhythms. The ancients sensed them, adapted to them, and even became one with them.
When the connection between Heaven and Earth was severed, power was divided, and the world split into this shore and the other shore. But the other shore, cut off from this one, never truly vanished.
When an "echo" from the other shore landed in a vessel on this shore, it became Feng Rang.
Reader's guide:
1. OOC warning. Please don't take it too seriously.
2. I'm terrible at logic, so please don't overanalyze it. Thank you.
3. This story is entirely fictional.
Theme: Face life with a positive attitude.
