They got married with their own plans. From then on, the barren spring was filled with expectations. The sincerity of the prodigal dog and the softness of the divine fox were integrated into each other's blood day by day.
They respected each other as if they were guests, and they were also jumping for joy, and the depression in their hearts was gradually eliminated.
That spring day was approaching, but the stray dog died first under the arrows of the divine fox.
The divine fox, who was always on target, hoped for the first time that the arrow would deflect slightly, but Yu Ling's voice could no longer be heard. So he abandoned his archers and returned to the mountains to wait for his return.
Later, the sky was full of wind and snow, and only the divine fox was left sitting alone in the wind, twiddling his fingers, calculating the passing years.
A hundred years have passed, but there are still thousands of thoughts hidden deep in my heart.
Intention: The end of suffering is toward Chunshan
