In the hands of the living
Years ago, atop the mountain at Zu Village, lived a frog and his lover. It was said she was cast from the Heavens because she had been forgoing her divine duty for the sake of meeting with a mortal lover.
That had been far from the truth, but it was better if the legends were askew, at least that was what Bai Qiaoying believed. Perhaps there was even a time where Feng Yu might have believed the fabricated myths to be true and that was where things all went wrong.
There was no way of knowing now, both Feng Yu and Bai Qiaoying were dead. But the circumstances of their deaths were rather mysterious. Unfortunately, the fragment of Bai Qiaoying's soul left with Ban Yuewei could only recall bits and pieces.
She held out her hand, inviting Huo Tang to share the fractured memories that remained.