Ten Miles of Red Wedding Finery, So What Joy Is There?

They say you can't choose where you're born.

After being reborn, the revered goddess of the Fox Clan was sold off by her mortal father.

Goddess? Little girl?

"In every life, I would give you a wedding procession stretching ten miles."

Those words still ring in my ears, yet now they feel bitterly ironic!

The pain of losing my tail in my past life!

The bone-deep agony of this life!

The pain of going gray in the next!

But none of it hurts as much as being separated from you by life and death!

I would give up this peerless beauty, give up my ten-thousand-year life,

if only you could live!

If only I could...