"What's your name?"
The little goddess was round and even more exquisite than the little girl sitting on Guanyin.
The young man looked at her with fear and took a step back.
"I said, what's your name?" Little Goddess pouted. Why were mortals so difficult to get along with?
However, this place was covered in white snow, and she could not see the end of it. She actually did not know where she was.
The young man in front of her didn't want to bother with her, but the Little Goddess wasn't angry.
It was as if she never knew worry, and she followed beside him, chattering endlessly.
Yes, that day, she had clung to it.
The young man seemed to be more unlucky than she had imagined.
He was homeless when he was born and was abandoned in the mountains.
He was raised by wolves.
He was as savage and bloodthirsty as a wolf cub.
"My name is Jiang Huailu." Do you have a name? If you don't have one, I'll get one for you."
