By the time Li Meirong next woke, the sun had traded places with the moon twice.
The morning of the following day, Li Meirong stirred awake to the feel of soft fur brushing against her neck.
She groggily opened her eyes, and was greeted with the sight of Snowball, curled on her chest. His fluffy tail covered her neck like a luxurious scarf.
"You came back?" she asked, voice hoarse. Her throat felt a little too dry.
Snowball's unusually large ears twitched a few times before he opened his big, luminous eyes to stare at her.
"Snowball stayed by Master's side all night," the fox spirit confessed, and adjusted his position to nuzzle at her neck.
All the tension in Li Meirong's body disappeared at once. She had been concerned about her fox spirit before, but she had become especially worried after what the Wise Sage told her.
