"Is there something you need?" Xi Mu turned his head, looking at the girl who had appeared outside the window. She was wearing a veil, her black short hair fluttering in the evening breeze. A slender finger rested on her lips, her eyes carrying a gentle smile.
The scene felt surreal, as if a fairy lady from a fairy tale book had intruded into your life.
The Goddess of Plague pointed towards a statue in front of the window, then clasped her hands together, showcasing a pleading expression. Xi Mu followed her gaze and stood up, approaching the window to open the firmly shut panes.
The evening breeze wafted through the room along with the scent of the young girl.
Xi Mu stepped back a few steps, watching as the Goddess of Plague climbed through the window. She cautiously looked around, then gently patted her chest.
