"It came with me when I was picking the snow lotuses," Hao Ren said.
"Oh…" Zhao Yanzi bit her lip and gazed at the snow lion before her.
With its big round eyes, the snow lion stared back at Zhao Yanzi who was sitting on the step.
"It doesn't have a name yet," Hao Ren told her.
Zhao Yanzi glanced at Hao Ren before turning her gaze back to the snow lion. "Call it Little White."
With eyes still moist and nose still red, she was a picture of despondency.
"Little White!" Hao Ren clapped his hands at the snow lion.
Hearing Hao Ren's words, the snow lion immediately stood up from where it had been sitting before skipping up the steps.
Then, it jumped into Hao Ren's arms. While it was in the air, it turned from its one-meter size into the size of about two palms.
"Grr…" Clinging to Hao Ren's chest, the snow lion cub responded affectionately.
Beside Hao Ren, Zhao Yanzi's eyes lit up.
"Little White!" She called it.
