She was the only nine-tailed descendant of the Spirit Fox Clan. On the night her clan was wiped out, she was rescued from a sea of flames by the passing senior sister of Qingyun Sect. She sealed her true form and hid her fox tails, living from then on as a human girl under Shen Zhihan’s protection.
Su Nuonuo thought she had hidden everything well. Each night, when her snowy white tail secretly curled around her senior sister’s wrist, she thought Shen Zhihan didn’t know. What she didn’t know was that the barely perceptible pause of Shen Zhihan’s fingertips was the indulgence of someone who had always been aloof, learned over ten years.
For ten years, they secretly watched each other from the distance of a single tail, neither daring to speak first.
Until nine enormous silver-white tails unfurled from Su Nuonuo’s back, until the shadow of an ancient evil god returned, until that rainy night when Shen Zhihan stood before her with her sword raised and said, “I was yours from the very beginning.”
They had forgotten that a spirit fox’s tail can never hide what’s in its heart.
