A trace of apology flickered within Elder Shun’s eyes, but it was quickly smothered by determination, as if he’d made up his mind on something.
“Elder Shun, you’ve stood there for so long, at times frowning and at times pursing your lips–what are you thinking about?”
The girl in the pale green clothes had slowly walked over at an unknown time, holding a little pure white animal in her hands. “Elder Shun, who would’ve thought that a spirit creature such as a snow fox could be found on this mountain. Look at him, his left leg has been injured. I’m going to dress his wounds.”
It was as if the spring rains had graced Elder Shun’s cold face as boundless love and affection appeared on it.
“You little girl you, always so kind. The snow fox looks soft and docile on the outside, but it’s full of devious tricks. Huang’er, be careful of it turning on you.”
Huang’er flashed her teeth in a slight smile, as pure as the mountain valley after the rain.
“I’ll be careful.”
