The snow fox in the northern capital is the Nanyang raccoon dog, and there is a breeze in the Fuyang stream.
When we first saw him, there was a breeze. The man stood holding a flute and brushed the willows with his bare hands. Time froze in one glance.
"Boy, tell me where the little fox I captured is, and I will give you this flute."
"Okay..."
What I reached out to take was a lingering longing, a song of hate, and then the person in the Jiangnan minor tune half-twisted the jade ear and looked back, suddenly smiling♡