Magical Girl Chinese (EXTENDED — Review)

Instead, she bit her thumb, drew a line of blood across her palm, and clapped her hands together. The air cracked. A thunder talisman manifested, glowing a furious gold.

But as she sat in bubble tea with her friends, laughing at a dumb video on Douyin, she felt the jade coin warm up again. A tiny crack had appeared in the seal. A whisper leaked through. magical girl chinese

The problem with being a magical girl in China wasn’t the monsters. It was the paperwork. Instead, she bit her thumb, drew a line