Rain and hail pattered against the cave entrance, their sound crisp and clear. The hem of Ting Nu's bridal attire was already drenched, revealing the fish tail like a layer of white gauze. He gazed quietly at the deep night, lost in his thoughts.
The fox in his arms, too, seemed lost in thought, its whiskers twitching and tickling his palm, itchy yet numb.
"Still crying?" His lips curled slightly into a tender smile.
But suddenly, she began to sing softly, "There are crows on South Mountain, on North Mountain nets are spread..."
Her voice was ethereal and lingering, with a hint of sorrow. Ting Nu gave a wry smile, "Here it comes again. Zi Hu, I've heard this story many times already."
Ignoring him, she continued to sing, "There are crows on South Mountain, on North Mountain nets are spread. The crow soars high, what can the net do? Fate not made, how can blame be laid?"
