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Whoosh!
Li Hao's figure suddenly dashed out, heading towards the little white fox outside the wall.
His figure swiftly neared, like a rapidly soaring cannonball, yet it stopped gently like a soft breeze right in front of the little white fox.
Looking at the dying little white fox, Li Hao squatted down, carefully picking it up, his eyes filled with sorrow.
Over the years, the little white fox had been his constant companion, day and night; they had long developed a bond of master and servant.
Moreover, this little white fox was an orphan, with no one to rely on, strikingly similar to him.
"Uncle!"
Li Hao suddenly looked towards Li Qingzheng in the courtyard and said, "Quick, save Xiao Rou, save it!"
His voice carried a mix of sadness and pleading.
Li Qingzheng's expression shifted slightly, remembering the years when Li Hao would join him in chess, and the little white fox often curled up in the young boy's embrace, keeping each other company.
