I'm afraid no one except herself knows that there is such a secluded place with misty rain and peach blossoms in the vast city of Chang'an, right?
As time goes by, my black hair has also turned white. Chaoyan held the transparent snow-white fox fur in her arms with utmost tenderness, and sat leaning under the peach tree, her old face reflected in the stream.
"I promised that I would come back, just like when I first met me that year. But I'm afraid I can't wait any longer..."
In her life, she has experienced ups and downs, strong winds and waves, and gained too much, including this lifetime of fame and this paradise, but she has also lost too much, including the young fox fairy who promised to paint a fan of three-life peach blossoms for her to marry.
"If there really is an afterlife, I will never, nor will I allow you to take care of our family, country, world, or future generations. I only hope that you and I will be on the same page and live a happy life."
The dawn fog lingered, but she gradually closed her eyes. The story of her and the Fox Fairy was over, scattered along with the peach blossoms, and no longer circulated among the people.