She was no longer the Ye Qingmo who endured the torture of having her heart cut out on the execution ground. The moment she stabbed her heart with a dagger, she thought she would die. The death of the living soul and the destruction of half of the inner elixir also meant that she had no possibility of living. But who would have thought that she still survived, but not with her original body, but as a fox, a seven-tailed fox with fiery red fur. Qing Mo raised her little paws and bared her teeth. She had become like this since she woke up a month ago. It took her several days to digest the fact that she had turned into a fox, and its master... Qing Mo turned his head and glanced at his side resentfully, but he suddenly met a pair of deep black eyes.
The author writes beautifully