The Fox Who Wouldn't Return

A love story between a not-so-fiery, rather taciturn, slightly darkened little fox, A-Wu, and a (???) Taoist priest...

A happy ending, absolutely.

A farming story~~ This is a peaceful, harmonious world where all sorts of unorthodox schools, righteous hypocrites, and lively crabs get along~~

Bring on the melodrama, the gossip, and the jaw-dropping shocks...

I'm terrible at writing blurbs...

She used her fingers as a comb, slowly loosening the tangles in that person's long hair and brushing away the petals caught in it. His hair was softer than the brocade clouds woven by the Celestial Weaver, cool and smooth, like water flowing through her fingers.

Flowers in full bloom kept fluttering down onto them. With a wave of her sleeve, they would drift lazily back into the air.

Then she rose onto her toes and snapped off a flower branch. At its tip was a half-open bud. Using its pliant stem, she loosely tied his hair into a bun, leaving only the tiny bud nestled among his hair.

A few strands wound around her fingers. She leaned closer to smell them, and sure enough, they carried an indescribably light, elegant fragrance. Satisfied, she narrowed her eyes slightly.