I have lived for thousands of years, and a peach blossom has never bloomed. I am the failure of our fox clan.
Dad often shakes his head and sighs at me, his face full of sadness. It seems that you can only have erotic dreams.
Finally, when I was five thousand two hundred years old, I met a person. The man shook his fan and said softly: I am the only one in the world who dares to take you, this little fox.
So, I was wanted.