The nine-tailed fox's voice carried a painful disbelief. "Yan'er?"
Su Ningyan blinked slowly, tilting his head to the side.
There was no shock on his face. Only curiosity.
The crimson-haired fox before him was breathtakingly beautiful beneath the moonlight, nine magnificent tails swaying behind him like living flames, crimson robes edged with white fur brushing against the rooftops, fox ears twitching faintly atop his head. His red-gold eyes, however….Those eyes looked at Ningyan as though the heavens themselves had returned him.
And Ningyan did not understand why.
He descended lightly from the rooftop, black robes fluttering behind him as he approached the fox with measured steps.
The closer he came, the more the fox's expression fractured with disbelief, pain, hope.
Ningyan found it strangely amusing.
