One thought arises and one thought dies.
In her first life, she was a white fox who had practiced cultivation for 499 years. She came to the human world to avoid catastrophe;
In his first life, he was a prince with great military exploits but much suspicion. Was an arrow struck in loneliness due to fate or calamity?
In short, it's a story about two foxes chasing love across three lives... As expected, I am still incompetent in copywriting...