She deliberately approached, and he was willing to indulge.
Qingya has lived in seclusion in the valley for many years, treating illnesses and saving people without caring about worldly affairs.
Collect dew in the morning, dry medicine in the afternoon, and play an old harp at sunset. The days are so dull that even the stream is too slow.
Until that day, a ball of white curled up in the salvia bush.
The little silver fox, whose hind leg was seriously injured, looked at him with wet amber eyes, stuck out the tip of its tongue, and gently licked his fingertips.
Just once. Like a piece of snow, it fell on his heart that shouldn't be touched.
He made an exception. Even though its injury was cured, it refused to leave - stealing salvia, occupying the bed, and making the cold days miserable. On a full moon night, the little fox took the form of a human, with long silver hair and snow-colored robes. She stood barefoot in front of him and said with red eyes: "You will be responsible for touching my tail."
He was silent for a long time and responded with one word: "Okay."
At that time, she didn't know how heavy this word was. It was so severe that they were separated for three hundred years, so severe that he shielded her from thunder when the calamity came, so severe that the three words he said through the lightning between life and death——
He spent all his cultivation in exchange for her becoming a saint. And she spent all her spiritual power just to protect his life.
Everyone in the world knows that monsters have different paths and have different fates.
But there is always a disobedient fox in this world, and a miracle doctor who is willing to be entangled with her for the rest of his life.
