I've made up for yesterday's chapter, please go back to the previous chapter to read.
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Just as Nan Zhiyun was about to leave, she noticed that Yu Jingchen had no intention of leaving at all. What was he doing?
"What's wrong?" Yu Jingchen noticed Nan Zhiyun's confusion and asked.
"Aren't you leaving?" Nan Zhiyun asked bravely.
"Don't you want to hear the continuation?" Yu Jingchen said.
The continuation? Hadn't it already ended?
"Isn't it tomorrow?" Nan Zhiyun asked him.
"I won't have time to listen tomorrow. If you want to hear the ending, then keep listening. There's still time now. Otherwise, after you leave here, will you just go back to the inn and sit there?" Yu Jingchen didn't care, as today still had a long way to go.
Nan Zhiyun was naturally overjoyed, so she immediately sat up straight and said, "I'm not going back... I'll keep listening."
Yu Jingchen didn't look at her, but as he turned his head, the corners of his lips curved slightly, though no one noticed.
Xing Lai hadn't been gone long before he came back up. After coming up, he gave Yu Jingchen a look, and then the storyteller went back on stage.
Nan Zhiyun glanced at Yu Jingchen silently. It went without saying that this was definitely because of Yu Jingchen. It was just that she hadn't expected Yu Jingchen to do such a thing.
Just then, the story had reached the point where the little fox was captured by the general and sent to the execution platform, about to be burned. Nan Zhiyun's heart pounded for the little fox. Originally, she thought the little fox would escape, but…
The storyteller here told it a bit differently. The general in the story really set fire, and the little fox was engulfed by the flames. Hearing this, Nan Zhiyun cried. Why would it have such an ending? But the ending didn't seem to be over yet. Just as Nan Zhiyun thought the little fox would die, the storyteller changed tack.
The little fox, having been harmed by the general and heartbroken, was determined to take revenge. A gust of wind swept through, and smoke swirled around the little fox. Suddenly, heavy rain poured down from the sky, extinguishing the fire. The little fox, clad in red, appeared in human form, with a hint of seduction.
At this moment, the little fox had completely let go. She broke the chains that bound her and, looking at the fleeing people, the little fox smiled contemptuously, though her smile held a touch of desolation.
In the rain and wind, the little fox smiled and cried. Nan Zhiyun's emotions ebbed and flowed with the storyteller's words. What would the little fox be feeling at this moment? Despair or anger?
The little fox did not harm anyone. She left that place, injured. After the little fox left, the general began to regret it. In the days without the little fox by his side, the general felt that something was missing from his life every day. During this time, he gradually realized his special feelings for the little fox.
After some time, the general went to war. That day, he waited at the city gate for a very, very long time, just to see the figure that haunted his thoughts. But there was nothing; she did not appear.
The general seemed to regret it, but what was the use now? This time, the general was defeated and fell on the battlefield. He saw again the enchanting figure that had captured his heart. The little fox had changed, becoming cold and more like a true fox.
She watched the general with cold eyes. The general said he seemed to have fallen for the little fox, but what he received in return was the little fox's disdainful smile.
The general died in battle, the ground littered with corpses. The little fox, in her red dress, weaved through the bodies, her bare feet treading on blood, her eyes devoid of their former light.