Our ancestors said that our fox fairy clan was all born to cope with the calamity. For example, the eldest sister was born in the flood era of the mortal world. Her mission was to choose a hero as her husband and help him find the ancient water-fixing instrument in the depths of the East China Sea.
The second sister was born when the world was in chaos, and her mission was to commit herself to the human king and subvert his dynasty. Although she was lucky enough to live up to her fate, she also fell in love with the human king and ended up dead.
Mortal love is a deadly poison, both ridiculous and terrifying. You must not be contaminated in the slightest. You should be like a big sister, survive the disaster well, save the world well, and then spread your good name throughout the three worlds...
I have always been indoctrinated into growing up by such rhetoric, so I firmly believe it. I always think that although I am a male fox, I am more clever than my eldest sister, and my appearance is better than my second sister. How can such a chosen fox touch that worthless mortal heart?
Only later did I realize that the eldest sister must have had some emotions in her heart when she married the hero of flood control. The second sister's death may not have been a punishment from heaven, but a willing sacrifice on her part.
Love is not a poison, it is flesh and blood, meaning, and soul. Those gods in the world who have not survived the calamity of love will not die in the hands of fate, but in their own hands.
Cause and effect remain unchanged, so follow your heart and meet him again.
I have thought that it is a good pleasure to gain a chance of life in a given dead situation. It is better than living for thousands of years without tasting the sweetness or bitterness.
Mission: Faith conquers all