He felt that he would meet such a person only after eight lifetimes of suffering.
When he was injured, he took care of him and promised to be with him for the rest of his life.
Well, the front is beautiful. But what the hell is that behind? !
"I picked it up..." The white-haired man murmured
"?" The little fox, who had always been black, tilted his head.
"It's mine." The man in white looked at the little fox and smiled.
Many years later
".. You are obviously mine."
"No... I picked it up."
QUQCan I bite him?
The little fox burst into tears