Women have three good things: good food and good oil paintings. What a joke. >Foxes have three good qualities: good women, good tennis, and good fortune. There is always one more thing around a woman, an out-of-time paintbrush. There is always a small ball next to the fox, a round yellow tennis ball. The woman and the fox met on a rainy day, an untimely rainy day. The overwhelming rain seemed like an endless nightmare, oppressing the woman's fragile nerves. The woman looked down at her reflection in the puddle, her crystal pupils emitting a starlight. The exquisitely crafted umbrella appeared above the woman's head, holding up a dark green sky. Now, there was a man standing behind the woman. He was very pale and clean, as clean as porcelain. He also held an umbrella in his hand, a lavender umbrella. The fox stood in the rain, and the dark green umbrella that still smelled like a woman stood quietly against the wall.
He has no chance. Even if it costs a thousand dollars, there is no way to go back to the past. What's more, he is not even a bystander in this game.