He is a white fox who slept for two hundred years. After awakening, he is torn between two souls, unable to make up his mind.
To love or be loved, to forget or be forgotten: it is all a matter of choice.
In the end, there is still no escaping those words: “You are not him.”
Twin lotus blooms entwine on a shared branch. Who says plants cannot become lovesick?
Where in this world could you be reborn? Only in the heavens above could one know.
