The sound of cracking tiles came from above.
Mi Feixue raised her head, her eyes dull and her expression a little confused.
The tiles above the eaves are intact, and the one that was lifted by Ban Lu has been carefully repaired without any abnormalities.
After the brush was dipped in ink, Mi Feixue lowered her head again and thought about it.
[By the way, there’s also a porcelain figurine girl holding a heart that’s about to crack, it’s about to crack]
After writing the last stroke, Mi Feixue checked it carefully to make sure there were no typos before carefully drying the ink and closing the diary. She jumped off the chair and inserted the closed diary into a fixed position on the bookshelf behind her.
A child’s face popped up on the bookshelf, “Little master, would you like to play some bedtime games?”
Mi Feixue shook her head.
She stretched out her hand and raised her index finger, asking for a blank book.
A book popped out that was just within her height.
Mi Feixue took it out and returned to the desk, picking up the brush but not putting it down.
Her big, dull eyes stared straight at the page, but her thoughts had already wandered far away.
After a long time.
The child pursed his lips before writing seriously.
“Gods”
She turned to the first page and wrote down the most precious words one by one.
[Her soul has a warm light]
[She has a sweet fragrance]
[Her voice is gentler than the evening breeze]
[Her fingers are softer than running water]
[It turns out she is a god]
[August is the god of flying snow]
…
Mi August, who was studying the Book of Good and Evil, suddenly had a flash of light in the book of Good and Evil in his hand, and it automatically opened to the title page.