“Sir, will we always be together?”
“As long as the plane-tree leaves keep falling.”
He was once a brilliant young Confucian scholar, riding high on the spring breeze. Then, in a single day, he fell into the mire. His path to the Dao was ruined, and he was thrown in prison. All that remained by his side, besides a head full of impractical learning, was a little fox he had “found” at his doorstep: Tao Yao.
She is the only warmth and solace in the bleak remainder of his life, the one reason he must stay strong and carry on. Yet he has no idea that the depths of her pure eyes conceal a secret she has carried since birth, along with her half-demon nature, a secret capable of turning everything upside down.
The world is cruel. High above the Nine Heavens, the laws of the noble clans hang like a sword over his head, coldly crushing every attempt to escape his cage and seek immortality. And amid the bustle of the mortal world, danger may lurk anywhere, ready to expose her identity.
They can only keep wandering, from north to south, stealing a few peaceful moments beneath each temporary roof. He teaches her to read and write, and she stays by his side through every storm. As they depend on each other to survive, feelings more complicated than those between siblings quietly take root, growing heavier and harder to speak of with every passing day.
This is a warm journey of finding salvation in one another amid despair, and a tragic poem about defying fate before an ending already written. Will they finally find the immortality of legend? Or perhaps what they have struggled to find has always been the days and nights they have spent together.
