Deep in the bamboo forest, in the courtyard where the fragrance of books flows, a sickly man sitting at the desk with his hands full of books is tracing a painting. In the painting, a woman can be seen blinking a pair of red phoenix eyes and looking at the snow fox in her hand with a smile, as if she were a fairy descending to earth. And under the snow fox's white and soft hair, a pair of small paws that were ready to move actually touched the fairy's long hair. There is something indescribable about a painting in such a beautiful environment. At this time, the man curled up the corners of his mouth, paused with the brush in his hand and wrote a poem. A faint fragrance gradually floats out from the painting...