It was not until one person, one tiger, one butterfly, had run off into the distance and out of sight that Liang Shujun came back to his senses, still in a daze.
Did he just see... a girl who sounded a lot like Baobao, who also looked a lot like Baobao, but was even more gorgeous, almost like another person entirely?
He must be dreaming, right?
Why did he spot the shadow of Baobao in that girl, even though their features weren't identical, merely similar, yet their figures were quite alike?
His eyes flickering, he suddenly lengthened his stride and dashed forward, following the White Tiger's trail. Half an hour later, he came upon a wooden house with white smoke billowing from its chimney, and outside the house was a strangely shaped iron cage with plenty of dried blood on it.
A woman who looked gentle scolded with a smile, "You just got well, and you're out in the wild all day. What would you do if you fell sick again?"
