Qingyun Sect——
Lu Xingchen, who had been practicing sword for a whole day, was exhausted. He fell into a deep sleep as if all his strength had been drained away.
But...he had that dream again, the dream he hadn't counted how many times...
There was a white, furry fox in the dream.
Its snow-white fur is like a soft cloud, fluffy and smooth.
The fox's eyes are like two shining gems, sparkling with mysterious and charming light in the darkness.
Lu Xingchen cautiously reached out his hand and tried to touch the beautiful fox.
The fox did not dodge, but instead gently leaned its head against his palm. The warm touch instantly spread throughout Lu Xingchen's body, making his heart melt.
He gently stroked the fox's back, feeling its soft fur sliding through his fingers, the delicate touch like silky satin.
The fox squinted its eyes comfortably and let out a soft whimpering sound. The sound was very pleasant, as if expressing its inner joy.
Lu Xingchen took out a carefully prepared pastry from his pocket and put it to the fox's mouth.
The fox first sniffed it with its nose, then opened its small mouth, took a light bite, chewed it with relish, and licked Lu Xingchen's fingers with its tongue after eating.
Lu Xingchen was amused by its cute appearance. He held the fox in his arms and rocked it gently. The fox curled up in his arms obediently, rubbing its head against his chest from time to time. The intimate behavior was full of dependence and trust.
After an unknown amount of time, Lu Xingchen felt a wet touch on his face. It turned out that the fox was licking his cheek with its tongue. The warm and wet feeling woke him up from his dream.
Lu Xingchen subconsciously touched his cheek, which was dry and not wet.
For some reason, an indescribable sense of loss welled up in his heart.
I don’t know...Xiaoxue, is it okay?
Xiaoxue was a little fox he picked up when he was playing in the snow when he was five years old.
At that time, he had not yet entered the Qingyun Sect and was living happily with his parents.
He still remembered that the day he picked up the little fox, it snowed heavily, as if it was going to bury the whole world in this white world.
The sky and the earth were covered in silver white. Snowflakes fluttered down, covering the world with a thick white velvet blanket.
Just as he was running and playing happily in the snow, a slight movement caught his attention.
When he got closer, he found the poor little fox.
Its body was covered with wounds, and the crisscrossing wounds were shocking.
It was lying in the snow, dying. Its fur, which should have been soft and smooth, was now disheveled and stained with blood.
The blood flowing from the wounds on its body stained the white snow, like a stain of crimson ink splashed on a flawless canvas, which was shocking to the eye.
The little fox curled up into a ball and shivered, as if trying to find the last bit of warmth in this snowy world.
Its eyes were tightly closed, and its breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible. Every labored gasp was accompanied by a trembling of the body. Its tiny body curled up into a tiny ball, looking extremely pitiful.
Lu Xingchen took it home with heartache. With the careful help of his parents, he cleaned its wounds and gave it meticulous care.
Because he picked it up in the snow, he named the little fox "Xiaoxue".
As the days passed, Xiaoxue's injuries gradually improved, and she became more and more lively, staying with him all the time.
Wherever he went, Xiaoxue followed, her furry tail wagging happily.
At that time, Lu Xingchen naively thought that he would always be with the little fox, or rather... the little fox would be with him.
However, when he was six years old, Xiaoxue suddenly disappeared one night.
He searched all the places where they used to play together, but he couldn't find it.
He was heartbroken and cried bitterly because of this. It was the first time he experienced separation... Of course, he would experience it many times in the future... Many times...
For a period of time afterwards, whenever I missed the little fox, I would still go to the place where I picked it up. I would do nothing but stand there quietly. After a while, I would go back with a heart full of loss.
But soon, he couldn't even go to that place...
Because a year later, he entered the Qingyun Sect because of his "natural sword body", and met the annoying He Lanzhi in the sect.
Now, many years have passed, and he still thinks of Xiaoxue often.
He wished that one day, when he turned around, he could see Xiaoxue running towards him happily again. Of course, he knew clearly that this was impossible.
Perhaps, Xiaoxue has already lived a free and easy life in some unknown place; or perhaps, it is still silently missing its former owner.
He prayed silently in his heart, wishing Xiaoxue all the best, no matter where she was.
Lu Xingchen shook his head, but... it had been hundreds of years, his... parents... had left him, and Xiaoxue was just an ordinary fox. No matter what, it should have been... gone by now, right?
Lu Xingchen sighed softly, as if he wanted to spit out the heavy haze in his heart, forcing himself not to think about those sad things.
He picked up a hairband at random, and fiddled with it nimbly with his slender fingers, half-tying his inky hair. Then he stood up and changed into his daily clothes in an orderly manner.
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