Fox Demon Bai Yayuan

Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking and unforgettable. Thousands of miles away from a lonely tomb, there is no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet, we should not know each other, our face is covered with dust, and our temples are like frost. When the night comes, I suddenly return to my hometown with a deep dream. They are dressing up outside the small Xuan window. They look at each other speechlessly, only a thousand tears can be shed. It is expected that the heartache will be severed every year, and on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines. "Xiaoya, I'm back, but your memory has been frozen. Can you still remember me? Can we go back to the past?" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.