Many years ago, I accidentally went to the mountains to collect medicines and met him when he was still a child. In just a few days, they depended on each other for life and forged a love that would be inseparable in the future.
Foxes are naturally charming, and their charm is hard to get rid of.
The irresistible temptations, the painful pleasures again and again.
Forgiveness against one's will again and again, torture of self-deception and others...
How can they cross the chasm and hold hands to care for each other despite all the constraints in their past life and this life?
"Have you forgotten, I am not a black fox."
Weak in body type, strong in attack and strong in reception