Before the train arrived at the station, Xu Qingrong rushed into the public toilet, while Yan Mu stood at the door waiting for her.
Suddenly, a pure white fluffy tail poked out from the crack in the door of the men's room!
That thing is really just a tail!
She didn't know what it was, but it subconsciously attracted her. She stretched out her hand and grabbed it.
"That's a fox! Nine tails, one for each tail!"
However, things will always turn around when fate brings them together.
"Let me take you to the masquerade party! Show off your advanced and dazzling nine tails!"
Perhaps Yan Mu has become accustomed to the protection of this old fox.
There are no inherent laws, and there are true feelings across species.
Hey!
The snow in the courtyard is waiting for you, the kind that won't change for thousands of years!
"Luo Ning, please draw a talisman for me!"
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Intention: growth