The White Fox Returns Home

After nineteen years in the Fox clan, the only truth Jiangxue has learned is that disaster stars do not deserve to live. On a snowy night, she was pushed out of the tribe's gate by the clan leader himself. The crime was a drought that had nothing to do with her. The wizard said she was the cause of trouble, the tribe believed it, and she accepted it. So she huddled in a hole in a dead tree, waiting for the wind and snow to take her away. But it was not death that came. It's a silver-white wolf. He picked her up from the snow, carried her back to the cave, made a fire, roasted meat, and clumsily sewed a rabbit skin coat. He speaks very little, has cold eyes, and has a hideous scar on his face. He is the most feared person in the entire North. But he would add an extra piece of wood to the fire while she was sleeping. Later, the irritable Tiger King broke into the territory and insisted on seeing what the "little fox who could make an exception for Cang Han" looked like; the mysterious Snake King dropped from the sky and threw her a scale, saying that she was "far more valuable than imagined"; the aloof Eagle King landed on the treetop, listened to her hum an off-key nursery rhyme, left a feather and disappeared into the clouds. Jiangxue didn't know why these kings appeared around her one after another. All she knew was that when she finally summoned the rain to bring life back to the depleted earth, the people who had abandoned her knelt in the rain, crying and begging her to come back. She looked back at the four men behind her. Then he shook his head slightly. "That was never my home."