One word at a time, as the last word fell, the woman's hand slowly fell.

The oaths of eternal love and the vicissitudes of life can never be worth the simple words "I love you". Luo Shang finally understood that all those pursuits were just mistakes.

Looking at the two people hugging each other tightly in front of me, my heart seemed to be hollowed out.

No matter if he loved him or not, she still couldn't live with him.

Perhaps, from the moment they missed each other, or from the moment they met, they were destined to be separated forever.

Luo Shang left without leaving any trace.

A few days later, the infant child seemed to know about his mother's death and died suddenly.

Later, An Ningyi buried his child and his wife in a cemetery outside the village. On the day of the burial, it rained heavily and the whole world became gray.

And the strange thing is that that day, there was a fox lying on the grave, with tears dripping from his eyes, seeming to be sad for this unfortunate man.

An Ningyi looked at the familiar white fox, stepped forward and hugged it gently: "Little fox, I'm home~"

Five years later, there was another white fox by his side. Whether he went to see a doctor or traveled far away, he would take this fox with him, as if it was everything to him.

Life gradually passes, and it turns out to be 50 years in a blink of an eye.

An Ningyi is no longer the handsome young man he once was, with gray hair, a stooped body, and his cheeks are also covered with wrinkles.

There is no one around him anymore, but the white fox is still by his side, staying with him like a family member.

On her deathbed, An Ningyi was lying on the bed, her snow-white figure reflected in her slightly narrowed eyes.

The white fox lay on his chest, licking his face bit by bit with her tongue, her glassy eyes seemed to be filled with tears.

Stretching out her hands tremblingly, An Ningyi hugged the white fox in her arms, and a warm smile slowly overflowed from the corners of her lips.

At that moment, it seemed that I had returned to my youth, the fireworks in March, and the handsome young man walking out in the bright sunshine.

"Don't be sad, I'm just taking a nap~" An Ningyi gently stroked the white fox's head, and her voice gradually became softer: "Luo Shang, don't cry~"

The last sentence was as light as the wind blowing the leaves, but it floated into the ears of the white fox without missing a word.

Tears finally flowed down at the last moment.

Lying on the increasingly cold chest, I vaguely seemed to see the white fox transforming into a human form.

The crescent-white clothes were fluttering, the black hair was flying, and the tears fell down drop by drop, as if they had condensed into crystal, forming a frozen eternity.

After An Ningyi died, no one saw the white fox again.

Luo Shang took the guzheng that belonged to them and hid in the mountains and forests, never to be seen again.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it’s another reincarnation.

An Ningyi was reincarnated into a rich family's home and lived a leisurely and contented life. His favorite things were traveling around the mountains and raising some small animals.

When he was 10 years old, he went hunting with his father in the mountains. He was chasing a little rabbit, but by chance he caught an injured white fox.

That white fox is very beautiful. The fur all over its body is soft and white without any impurities.

Those glass-like eyes stared at him, huddled in his arms, like friends they had known for a long time.

He took the white fox home and cared for it like a relative. The white fox would eat whatever he ate, and the white fox would sleep wherever he slept. Word by word, as the last word fell, the woman's hand slowly fell.

The oaths of eternal love and the vicissitudes of life can never be worth the simple words "I love you". Luo Shang finally understood that all those pursuits were just mistakes.

Looking at the two people hugging each other tightly in front of me, my heart seemed to be hollowed out.

No matter if he loved him or not, she still couldn't live with him.

Perhaps, from the moment they missed each other, or from the moment they met, they were destined to be separated forever.

Luo Shang left without leaving any trace.

A few days later, the infant child seemed to know about his mother's death and died suddenly.

Later, An Ningyi buried his child and his wife in a cemetery outside the village. On the day of the burial, it rained heavily and the whole world became gray.

And the strange thing is that that day, there was a fox lying on the grave, with tears dripping from his eyes, seeming to be sad for this unfortunate man.

An Ningyi looked at the familiar white fox, stepped forward and hugged it gently: "Little fox, I'm home~"

Five years later, there was another white fox by his side. Whether he went to see a doctor or traveled far away, he would take this fox with him, as if it was everything to him.

Life gradually passes, and it turns out to be 50 years in a blink of an eye.

An Ningyi is no longer the handsome young man he once was, with gray hair, a stooped body, and his cheeks are also covered with wrinkles.

There is no one around him anymore, but the white fox is still by his side, staying with him like a family member.

On her deathbed, An Ningyi was lying on the bed, her snow-white figure reflected in her slightly narrowed eyes.

The white fox lay on his chest, licking his face bit by bit with her tongue, her glassy eyes seemed to be filled with tears.

Stretching out her hands tremblingly, An Ningyi hugged the white fox in her arms, and a warm smile slowly overflowed from the corners of her lips.

At that moment, it seemed that I had returned to my youth, the fireworks in March, and the handsome young man walking out in the bright sunshine.

"Don't be sad, I'm just taking a nap~" An Ningyi gently stroked the white fox's head, and her voice gradually became softer: "Luo Shang, don't cry~"

The last sentence was as light as the wind blowing the leaves, but it floated into the ears of the white fox without missing a word.

Tears finally flowed down at the last moment.

Lying on the increasingly cold chest, I vaguely seemed to see the white fox transforming into a human form.

The crescent-white clothes were fluttering, the black hair was flying, and the tears fell down drop by drop, as if they had condensed into crystal, forming a frozen eternity.

After An Ningyi died, no one saw the white fox again.

Luo Shang took the guzheng that belonged to them and hid in the mountains and forests, never to be seen again.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it’s another reincarnation.

An Ningyi was reincarnated into a rich family's home and lived a leisurely and contented life. His favorite things were traveling around the mountains and raising some small animals.

When he was 10 years old, he went hunting with his father in the mountains. He was chasing a little rabbit, but by chance he caught an injured white fox.

That white fox is very beautiful. The fur all over its body is soft and white without any impurities.

Those glass-like eyes stared at him, huddled in his arms, like friends they had known for a long time.
Chapter completed!