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At the end of the polar wind and snow, the withered Paulownia tree stood for a long time, as if there was a burning flame burning deep in the trunk. The arrogant fox said, "Human, I don't want to wait any longer. One second is also a thousand years." The girl in a white dress like snow smiled softly and said, "I am only yours. Even if I walk away from the hellish execution ground in the heaven and hell, and return to the human world with swords and axes, I am only yours." "Wait for me... Three thousand years." The fox looked at her silently, letting her reach out and rub his soft ears. After a while, he said, "Three seconds?" The girl smiled slightly. "Hey, Wither." "Huh?" "I saw darkness." "... What?..." "And your shadow." He lowered his eyelashes, and the blizzard fell like a retrograde stream in the heavens between his long hair that fell to the ground like water, "it's in the pupils of my nothingness."