In this world, ordinary people did not really have that many emotions like "regret," "sorrow," "despair," "devotion," and so on.
Everything about ordinary people was so ordinary that even their emotions were a little less intense than those of people in books or songs. When they felt regret, a sigh was enough. When they were devoted, they could space out for a while and move on. When they despaired, they could not even shed tears. Empty eyes did not mean a heart reduced to ashes; they meant there was truly nothing left inside.
If the fire had never burned in one's heart, could it leave behind any ashes?
Zheng Qing was not quite sure about that, because he was not a standard ordinary person—he had an ordinary person's looks, emotions, and attitude, but a spell had gilded all his ordinariness with a halo, making even his ordinary qualities seem rather extraordinary.
For instance, he attended a university for wizards.
For instance, he had seen enormous beasts larger than hills, capable of covering half the sky.
And for another, as a human, he had a canine descendant of the fox genus. Little Fox's mother was a breathtaking beauty, lovely enough to put the moon and flowers to shame—though, admittedly, this beauty had four fox tails.
Right now, he needed to attend the Christmas Eve Ball hosted by the Moon Clan with this lady.
Originally, Zheng Qing should have gone to Qingqiu Mansion on thursday afternoon to prepare for the ball. But out of respect for knowledge as a Jiuyou student, he dutifully finished his elective Magical Creatures Studies before rushing to the mansion at Number Fifty-Four, West District of Beta Town.
Yet to his surprise, the mansion's owner was not there.
And there were less than three hours left until the