There Used to Be a Foggy Snow Mountain Here

"A Yuan, A Yuan, come quickly! Look at my Wuxue Mountain, the flowers are blooming here!" He has white hair and is already in his twilight years. He heard her calling him again. He turned his gaze to Xishan, his eyes full of warmth. He opened the snow-white notebook in his hand that he had been reading for an unknown amount of time, and smiled lightly. As his fingers gently turned the pages, time slowly returned to that time that he would never forget. "Ah! Beauty, beauty, catch me quickly, or you will dirty my white fur!" He lifted up the little fox that had stolen his cave with one hand. According to legend, God Mo Yuan, who was as high as a god, could not control his joy and held it tightly in his arms.