At the end of the polar wind and snow, the withered Paulownia tree stood for a long time, as if there was a burning flame burning deep in the trunk.
The arrogant fox said, "Human, I don't want to wait any longer. One second is also a thousand years."
The girl in a white dress like snow smiled softly and said, "I am only yours. Even if I walk away from the hellish execution ground in the heaven and hell, and come back to the world with swords and axes, I am only yours."
"Wait for me... Three thousand years."
The fox looked at her silently, letting her reach out and rub his soft ears. After a while, he said, "Three seconds?"
The girl smiled slightly.
"Hey, Wither."
"Huh?"
"I saw darkness."
"... What?..."
"And your shadow." He lowered his eyelashes, and the blizzard fell like a retrograde stream in the heavens between his long hair that fell to the ground like water, "it's in my empty pupils."