Thirty years ago, a little fox who had not yet developed a few tails pulled off one of his own tails to save a dying rabbit.
The rabbit's life was saved. The little fox's tail is gone, its meridians are broken, and its memory is lost. He has completely forgotten who he has saved.
Thirty years later, the rabbit woke up.
It took him half a year to find the little fox in a small town called Qingqiu. She doesn't remember him anymore.
I was squatting on the hillside, crying over a fruit I couldn't pick.
It was quite ugly to cry.
He walked over and handed the fruit to her.
"Stop crying."
This is how the story begins.
Later, they ate together, traveled together, and were hunted down together. She was extremely unlucky, and he was extremely lucky.
This is a two-way martial arts fantasy story. There is deep love, delicious food, a place where flowers bloom all year round, and a little white rabbit and a little white fox.
As for those conspiracies, grievances, and old accounts from thirty years ago - they are all background.
There is always only one point:
They happened to meet each other.
That's enough.
