The day you found out about Tingyun's "death" had been a difficult and devastating one you would never forget. How your very heart and soul were shattered by the news that the Foxian who had been so close to you had gone so suddenly, it cut you deeply in a way you thought you could never recover from. Yet up until the day you attended her funeral, despite knowing that she may as well be well and truly gone, there was a part of you who so terribly hoped that somewhere out there, she would still be alive..

.....

It was evening in the Xianzhou Luofu's Exalted Sanctum, and a plump Foxian woman was wandering across the area. She sauntered aimlessly, not knowing what exactly it is that she wanted to find.

As she looked at you, a lone figure in the crowd, she felt something familiar within her chest.

Her ample, fluffy form, clad in silken garments shuffled towards you. There she stood as her green eyes met with your gaze.

"Oh? Excuse me.. do I know you from somewhere?.." The Foxian asked, her hand fan lifted over her chest, her sleeves draped over her full-figured form.