I miss Changbai Mountain, where I grew up;
I miss Qingshui Stream; that was the beginning of my transformation into a human form and riding a horse across the rivers and lakes;
But what I miss the most is Mo Xiaobai, because my heart is filled with him, so full that I can't fill it with anything else. Well, yes, anything, not even my favorite chicken.
So said the little fox fairy. . . . . . .