"I know you're furious, but being angry won't help!"
"This world has always been ruled by the strong. The weak only get to be ruled."
"Of course, I'm a little different. I'll compensate you!"
The sickly Fan Qingmeng waved toward the window. The dark clouds outside actually split open, and a broad beam of sunlight streamed down, falling right onto her.
Beneath the sunlight, she stretched lazily. Her body was clearly gaunt and frail, yet in the light, it somehow possessed a sense of beauty.
"You're not Fan Qingmeng. Who are you?!"
Han Jinyue suddenly realized she could move again—and speak.
"Me?!"
"Fan Qingmeng is one of my facets, I suppose. Even an ordinary person can wear many faces, let alone a life-form as difficult to define as me, with faces beyond counting."
"You can keep calling me Fan Qingmeng, or you can call me Qing."
"The Qing of sky-blue!"
"In your world, sky-blue seems to be a very beautiful color."
"I think so too. That's why Qing is my name."
Qing raised her hands high, as though embracing the world.
Upon hearing the name Qing, Han Jinyue suddenly recalled a travelogue she had once read. She had no idea which wandering Daoist had written it. The author claimed that one day, while sleeping, she had dreamed of accidentally entering an immortal realm, where she was received by a group of fairy maidens. The maidens told her that the master of that immortal realm was the embodiment of all beauty in the world, named Qing...
Han Jinyue had never paid much attention to that travelogue, because there were simply too many similar writings.
"As for compensation, I'll give you my blessing!"
"One not-so-good life in exchange for my blessing, girl—you've struck it rich!"
Qing pondered for a moment, then suddenly