The wind blew up the rice paper on the table, and it fell to the ground like a feather. Ling Yu looked up and saw on the paper a blue fox running in the vast sea of snow, jumping up and down on the snow nimbly. The icy blue fur was so beautiful that it was dazzling, as if all the beautiful things in the world were out of reach, there was only that touch of blue, no fetters, and even the heart was intoxicated.
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