Tang Tang fell asleep in Shen Siyuan's arms, her little face flushed and sleeping very sweetly. Xiao Yue stood behind Shen Siyuan, while Little Grey sat cross-legged on the meditation mat, curiously looking at Tang Tang in Shen Siyuan's embrace.
"She is different," Little Grey said.
Shen Siyuan nodded, "I know."
Little Grey continued, "Do you want to hear my story?"
"Do you like telling stories?"
"Yes, before I got sick, I loved telling stories to children the most."
"Can they see you?"
"Yes, anyone who worships me and believes in me can see me, but later it wasn't possible…"
"Then tell us your story," Shen Siyuan said.
Little Grey sat cross-legged on the meditation mat, his fingertips gently tracing the wood grain on the edge of the offering table, his gaze drifting towards the night outside the hall, as if it pierced through a thousand years, returning to the distant Northern Song Dynasty, Emperor Shen Zong's reign.
