The fox had not seen someone feel so wronged in front of him for a long time. He couldn't help but shake his head, remembering the night many years ago, when the moonlight was faint and the stars in the sky were a little sparse. One person and one fox drank together under the moon, so free and happy.
In fact, the scenery that night was not the best, and the wine was still half a bottle of low-quality soju that he sneaked in while the old man next door was sleeping. But the aggrieved look on the young man's face when he was applying the wound and the half-circle moon hanging in the sky always seemed like the best scenery he had ever seen so far.
So, he nuzzled at Gu Jiuyao: "Tell me, what's the matter?"