"Actually, there are no fox dens where I live, nor are there groups of mountains or dense and humid forests like here. There are only patches of bamboo forest as far as the eye can see. In the morning, the sun scatters single bright spots into the bamboo forest. Even at noon, the mist that permeates the bamboo forest refuses to dissipate, and there is also a miasma scattered among the bamboo forest. Looking up, the verdant green bamboo clusters are long and thick. The pointed bamboo leaves were like a thick quilt covering the belly of the sky. At that time, Aling was still a little white fox who had not yet transformed into a human form. Her father and mother were injured by the miasma and died of illness soon after they opened up the habitat for the tribe. Later, Aling was kept in the care of her aunt. So Aling can no longer remember their appearance. She only knows that they are white foxes like Aling, or the benefactors of the fox tribe. "
"Alas, we are both fallen people from the end of the world." When Luo Shui heard about Aling's life experience, she suddenly felt that she was still very happy. At least she could still remember what her mother was like. Although her father was sometimes fierce, he was still alive, but Aling lost her parents at a young age. Alas, it is really pitiful.
"Later, a beam of light appeared in the bamboo forest." The beam of light illuminated the entire bamboo forest and also shined into Aling's heart. The corners of A-ling's mouth unconsciously rose, as if that person was standing in the middle of the water.