When the curse of Black Wind Ridge tore open the dusty conspiracy, Jun Zechen, the young master of the wolf clan, never thought that he would fall into the dust for a fox.
Hu Miaomiao's fox fire was supposed to be a flame that burned down all things, but it burned out a piece of softness in his frozen heart; his mace was accustomed to crushing all obstacles, but it was helpless against her tears.
From the confrontation of life and death on the altar to the life-saving protection under the ice field, the vines of the curse entwine the old grudges between the two clans, but they cannot wrap around the heartbeats that get closer and closer. When the roar of the shadow beast pierced the sky, and when the bloody wolf tooth talisman burned out its last ray of light, they understood that the so-called fate was never the gap carved by race, but the obsession to protect each other even if they cut out the heart and bones.
When the cherry blossoms covered the black cloak, the crooked little fox finally finished embroidering her wolf tail.
A very common fight between two races.