There lived a little fox in the ruined temple, waiting for someone for 317 years.
That person will come in every life, forget her in every life, and die before the age of thirty in every life.
This life is the last life. She said: "Ning Xiaohe, let's go see the snow. I haven't seen the first snow in the capital yet."
He didn't know that this was the last time she spoke.
Three hundred years ago he gave his life in exchange for her life. Three hundred years later, she risked her life to accompany him.
On the day the snow fell, she fell into his arms.
He finally remembered.
The bell of the ruined temple never rang again.
Concept: There is a little fox living in a ruined temple, waiting for someone for three hundred years. He forgot her for three hundred years, and she waited for him for three hundred years. Love does not need to be remembered. It is enough for one person to remember.