Shen Tingwu's clan has been guarding the lonely mountain for generations, and they are also guarding a white fox that no one has ever seen.
You are not allowed to go down the mountain, you are not allowed to leave the mountain, and you are not allowed to say a word to outsiders.
By her generation, the clan had dispersed into pieces, but she was the only one who still kept this rumor.
Others said that the white fox was a spiritual creature, but she didn't think so. It was just a beast, but it had trapped her for the rest of her life.
Later, the white fox was hunted. She broke into the hunting ground and took advantage of the chaos to seize the fox and fled into the mountains.
After being rescued, she realized something was wrong with the fox.
She didn't eat raw meat or sleep on the grass. She stared at her doing needlework all day long, with a very old look in her eyes, like an old embroiderer with many years of experience.
She endured it.
Until one day, while she was away, it dragged off her tattered clothes and arranged the warp and weft again with its claws.
Shen Tingwu stood at the entrance of the cave, looked at it silently for a long time, and placed a roll of fine silk thread in front of it.
"If you know how to weave, you can weave."
The white fox raised his head and met each other's eyes.
No more pretending.
It really does.
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In his previous life, Ji Feng was a craftsman from a famous Kesi family. Until he died suddenly from overwork, he turned into a white fox when he opened his eyes.
Being held by the scruff of the neck to bid, with his own blood on his hair, he just thought about it, it would mean death anyway.
Unexpectedly, a girl tried her best to snatch him out, fled all the way into the mountains, gave him medicine, and fed him with every possible care.
He originally wanted to be spoiled and spend the rest of his life like a beast being taken care of, but instead, this girl's food, clothing, housing and transportation were all rough, and her needlework was especially unsightly.
Finally he couldn't hold it back, and while the girl was away, he used his claws to pull off her tattered clothes and arrange the warp and weft again.
Purpose: All things have animism and should not be expensive because of their rarity, nor should they perish because of their rarity.
