In the late autumn of the second year of Kanwa, the morning fog in Xintai Forest was as thick as milk that cannot be melted. Abe Seimei walked forward on the frost-covered leaves, her black hair tied up with a plain hairband, and the hem of her green hunting coat swept through the thick kudzu vines, leaving a faint sound. He stopped in front of a thousand-year-old nan tree and stroked the rough bark with his fingertips - this is the place where his mother Kuzu Ye left. The tree trunk still bears the small fox-shaped mark he made when he was a child, which has now been faded by time.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
