>I am a white fox who has been practicing in the mountains for thousands of years. That night, the mountains were blocked by heavy snow, and I fell seriously injured in front of the ruined temple.
>The moment he pushed open the temple door, the wind and snow poured in, but it couldn't blow away the warmth in his eyes: "Little fox, are you cold?"
>He healed my wounds, and the Book of Songs he recited every night always contained a few pieces of ginkgo leaves.
>A hundred years later, I lost all my demonic form and became a human being, waiting in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River for him to recognize me.
>But when he lifted my red hijab, the golden bowl of the old monk in cassocks suddenly shone across the long street: "Monster! Do you know that monsters have different paths?"
>The day Leifeng Pagoda fell, I tried my best to block the falling bell for him.
>When the blood dyed his blue shirt red, I finally heard him shout out my name heartbreakingly: "Su Zhen——"
>Thousands of years later, under the ginkgo tree in a cafe, the boss asked me with a smile: "Miss, do you want sugar in your latte?"
>The moment I looked up, the coffee cup in his hand suddenly fell——
>The verses in which hot liquid spread across the table are just like the blood flowers that bloomed in the snow.
