Yanyu seems to have forgotten many things, the embrace of bamboo horses, the pain of childhood, and the new friend who understands him so well...
He stood at the intersection and looked at the busy city traffic, covering the fox's tail behind him. He knew that the owner of the restaurant in the street was a weasel, and he had seen the smile of moss and white bones in the deep forest reservoir.
He couldn't understand the deep affection in his eyes, couldn't understand whether it was a first encounter or a reunion, and couldn't understand the depth of the truth hidden in the past.
Along the way across the mountains and rivers, there is always a corner of the cardamom flower. The fox brushed aside the branches and sneezed, only to see a vague human world, where a conspiracy suddenly emerged.
Concept: Fantasy adventure story