Jing Dynasty, a dynasty that should not exist.
It was born out of a plague, a betrayal, and a tampered yellow robe. From the day the country was founded, it was destined to be forgotten by history.
The seventh year of Yong'an, late autumn.
On Jiangnan West Road, deep in Wuxiu Mountain, there is a thatched cottage, a doctor and a snow fox.
In troubled times, he saved a person and met an old friend.
One is as gentle as bamboo, one is as cold as ice, and the other is as arrogant as thorns.
Three people and one fox, in this troubled world, have become the only medicine that each other doesn't want to let go of.
But they can save the people in front of them, but they can't save this era.
——But so what?
He saves the people, and they protect him. Even if no one remembers it, the warmth of this moment really existed.
Intention: "Living toward death" - knowing that the end is destruction, but still living seriously, loving seriously, and guarding seriously.