Three thousand strands of silver hair, white as snow, a lifetime of devotion: whose heart will it stir?
A nine-tailed fox spirit, to whom all beings bow in submission. Yet amid curling wisps of smoke, she fell in love, because of a painting, with someone who did not love her, for hundreds of years.
A destitute beggar, who by chance became one of the fox spirit's followers. A cinnabar mark, ten years of his life: could it be nothing more than loyalty?
Xi: That's enough, Gongcheng Wen. You can leave now. I've given you back your name and your freedom. You're no longer a crane, and you don't have to serve me anymore.
Wen: Since you're no longer my master, I have no reason to obey your order to leave.
Xi: Heh. Then are you staying here to watch me make a fool of myself?
Wen: Come with me.
It feels very good. Why doesn't the author update it?