As soon as I got married, I hoped that my husband would die soon. I am a mountain fox demon, and he is a hunter at the foot of the mountain. I pretend to be a mortal and accompany him from black hair to gray hair, but I can never wait until the day he dies. A mortal's lifespan is no more than a hundred years, but he can still chop firewood at the age of eighty and hunt wild boars in the mountains at the age of ninety. Finally waiting for the day when he died, I was secretly glad that when I could finally ascend, there was movement in the coffin.
