Author: Feng Liu Shu Dai 风流书呆
Alternative titles: The Crow Girl, Wu Ya Shao Nv, 乌鸦少女
Synopsis:
Legend has it that if a desperate person prays at the sacred dark spot in Lanhua City, a god will help them exact revenge in exchange for their soul.
To that, the little crow who lives in the sacred dark spot says: Ptui! What god! The unsung hero is this little crow, yours truly!
Grab the bag, let’s go, let’s go. We’re taking care of the trash. All the scums in the world, watch out, the little crow has her eyes on you!
Ad Version: Have you been hurt badly by someone else? Have you been backed into a corner? Have you been betrayed, backstabbed, discarded, or destroyed?
If the answer is yes, come to the curtain fig tree beside the toilet in West Park. Little Crow at your service!
Pairing: Naturally seductive crow spirit x psychiatrist who fell deep for her charms
The way Yi Ling answered her wasn’t a halfhearted appeasement. Instead, it was said with sincerity and prudence. His resonant voice sounded deeper than usual, a rare kind of tenderness. It was as if he wasn’t referring to a bird when he said “it’s the cutest”, but someone he treasured.
Emi moved fast.
After sensing the woman’s wishes from her memory orb, Wu Yaya flapped her wings in annoyance.
Early the next day, Yi Ling was already sitting in his office, waiting.
All of Yi Ling’s attention was on the drawing that depicted the incident from his childhood. By the time “Little Marble” registered as a keyword to him, Wu Yaya was nowhere to be seen in his office.
The first thing Wu Yaya did after entering the office was admire Yi Ling’s eyes with a tilted head.
Wu Yaya arrived at the apartment twelve hours ago with a plastic bag and a covered metal bucket in hand.
How could Lin Xiusong not notice when Wu Yaya was so blatantly infatuated with Yi Ling?
Wu Yaya remained in the hospital for five days, and Yu Haowei accompanied her for five days. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to run away. He simply couldn’t when bodyguards were consistently outside their door.
Lin Xiusong hung up the call and tossed her cigarette into the garbage. She paused outside the door for a moment before walking into the hospital room as if nothing had happened.
[CONTENT WARNING: graphic chapter, proceed with caution]
The moment Wu Yaya got in the car, Lin Xiusong ordered the driver to lock the doors. The bodyguards had taken another car, following close behind them.
Wu Yaya shot up from her comfortable position in the chaise. The smile on her pale face melted away, leaving only an alertness that was ready to pounce.
Yi Ling was secretly assessing Lin Xiuzhu’s psychological state.
As Yi Ling observed Wu Yaya, she was also observing him.
The water running in the shower stopped.
Fifteen years later, a frail young lady walked into West Park. Her face was pale, and her steps hollow.
Yi Ling was curled up in the corner of an abandoned shed. His hands and feet were bound tightly with a considerable amount of rope. The shed had walls on all four sides, with only a door locked shut and a small air vent about half a foot in size. The air vent was close to the roof, and hints of a starry sky could be seen through it.
