I am a fox, of course you may have forgotten me.
Just like my master.
When I was born, I looked different from other foxes in the group, with red hair, no other fox would like to play with me, and the big cats in the mountains bullied me.
It’s not that I don’t want to go down the mountain, everyone under the mountain wants to catch me.
I still remember it was a sunny afternoon. I was shot in the stomach by a hunter. At that time, I really thought I was going to die. In a trance, I saw a girl in red.
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