I dreamed of that little fox again. His eyes were wide open and he tilted his head to look at me. I didn't know what he was thinking.
"Little fox, what do you think I am doing?" I said to it.
The little fox tilted its head for a while, and finally put its little fleshy paw on my forehead.
"I'm about to die. I was so prosperous in the past. I never thought that in the end, you, the little fox, would accompany me. Haha, Qiaoqu, Qiaoqu, you are so shabby!"
After saying this, I saw a trace of sadness in the little fox's eyes, yes, it was obviously sad.
The tendons of my left and right hands have been severed. I don't know why I would take care of such a fox, but I still do it. Maybe it's because the person is about to die and I don't care about my status!
"Little fox, I'm not talking about you. You are very good, but I am shabby."
The little fox's tilted head suddenly straightened up, with a very serious expression.
"With a smart fox like you by my side before I die, I can die without any regrets..."
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