The Goddess of Wisdom stood near the edge of the cliff, letting the wind blow her skirt and long hair as if she had turned into a statue.
She was a God, he was a Human, but the God required the Human to take care of her now—this couldn't be helped, she had been a god for too long and had forgotten how to be a human. For example, she had even forgotten how to eat.
"Sister Goddess, time to eat." Hong Dali picked quite a lot of wild fruits from the forest. He broke a thick-shelled one into two and used them as bowls to hold water. He carried it to her and said, "There's a good saying that says humans are iron and rice is steel. If we don't eat our meals, we will go very hungry. You're not the same as before now. If you don't eat, you really will die."