The Pale Moon with No Trace of Snow Falling

Looking at the calm lake surface, I fell into deep thought again. I have been in this dark forest day after day, year after year since I can remember. Xiaobai seemed to understand my thoughts, and he nuzzled into my arms with his eyes narrowed obediently. Xiaobai was a fox I picked up. I saw it injured and lying on the roadside that day, so I took it back to my cabin and fed it some wild fruits and spring water every day. When I thought it was about to die, it miraculously recovered. Maybe to repay my kindness, maybe it had nowhere to go, so I stayed. I didn't chase it away. Maybe I had been lonely for too long. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.