Xu Zheng always thought that Huailiang, a thousand-year-old nine-tailed fox spirit, was just like most demons: cold by nature and incapable of caring for anyone. At least, that was how he had always treated her.
It wasn't until one day, when she saw his past in a dream, that she realized he wasn't incapable of it. He simply didn't want to treat her that way.
He had once lived among humans, and back then he was completely different from the person he was now.
He laughed often and was gentle. He would cook delicious meals and make all kinds of fun little trinkets for her. But that woman wasn't Xu Zheng. She was a beautiful woman who looked eight tenths like Xu Zheng, or perhaps Xu Zheng looked eight tenths like her.
Realizing she was a stand-in, a laughable existence, Xu Zheng lost all hope.
On the day she died and vanished from the world as countless fireflies, the nine-tailed fox Huailiang finally came to his senses, but it was too late. His hair turned white overnight.
You lie beneath the earth, your bones turned to dust; I remain in this world, my hair covered in snow...
