The little fox has been obsessed with Lu Huaisi for three generations, just because he said back then, I don't ask for wealth, I just want to chat with you.
But withered bones cannot make a pair.
After chasing him for two lives, Lu Huaisi was still as handsome as ever in his second life, but he didn't remember that under the moon, he was destined to be entangled with another person.
Unwilling to give in, he said:
"I just ask to protect you one more time, and then I won't have to worry about you anymore."
Three lives, three lives, five hundred years, no matter which life seems to be defeated by the fate of separation.
Lu Huaisi asked: "Humanity can be one, two, but not three. Why are you still looking for me in the third life?"
This time, the fox, who was already a big man, said: "The flow of fate is nothing after all. Since you can only have nothing in the end, then I will not be afraid of losing you from the beginning. No matter how many lives it takes, I will protect you. Remember me, forget me again, and remember me in the end. This is your fate."