Zhao Ling held on to her consciousness and looked at the entrance of the cave with all her attention. Then she felt the presence of a flower in front of her eyes, and there was a fluffy little thing in her arms.
It was the little fox. Zhao Ling breathed a sigh of relief.
"Little fox is so smart, I knew you would definitely find me." Zhao Ling touched its head and said softly.
The blue-eyed spirit fox looked at her with big eyes, and whimpered, as if she was happy to find her.
At this moment, the moonlight streaming in from outside the cave was suddenly blocked by a tall black shadow. Zhao Ling raised her head alertly, only to see a man even more handsome than the moonlight standing at the entrance of the cave under the hazy moonlight.
Before she could see who it was, Zhao Ling felt herself falling into a warm and familiar embrace.
A faint herbal smell came to her nose, and the cool smell relieved the burning feeling in her heart. She felt relieved that she had been hanging on.
