The child thought that some things were already doomed when he was rescued. He said that he would follow him for the rest of his life, even if he was three thousand years away from him, but he would have no regrets.
Bai Yu understood that she was running out of oil at that time, and she never wanted to promise him anything. She just looked at the clarity and protection in the depths of his eyes, and knew that she was already deeply involved.
The thousand-year bond and complex between the two foxes, even if he could do it all over again, he would still embrace the little white fox lying in the desert, that heart that was about to die.