Wuzhiqi slowly stroked her fur, which remained smooth.
His Little Fox had gradually become stiff.
She would never again nuzzle his face with her fluffy tail, speak to him in her coquette manner with her silly words, nor would she follow him around, helpless and resentful, where all he had to do was look back to see her pointed snout.
She always complained, "Wuzhiqi, you never have me in your heart. You never look back at me. Following you around is utterly exhausting. One day if I do not wish to follow, you probably wouldn't even notice. You make a great Monkey, surrounded by a noisy throng of brothers. But as a man, you really are terrible!"
Indeed, he was a terrible man.
Now, she was truly gone, and no matter how many times he turned around, he couldn't catch a glimpse of her fox fur.
