"Honghong..."
Su Wangchuan murmured, then suddenly smiled.
He seemed to be lost in some kind of memory, and in that instant, the flicker in his eyes made Yu Dandan—who had been watching him closely without any guard—freeze, her knees momentarily weak.
In a daze, she heard Su Wangchuan say, "Honghong was my childhood playmate..."
Childhood sweethearts, huh...
Yu Dandan shook her head, snapping back to reality, feeling as if her creative cells were ablaze, already capable of transforming this into a short story of thirty thousand words.
"...It was a small fox."
Huh?
Her thoughts, soaring high above the clouds, suddenly felt as if yanked down by a heavy rope, "smack" hitting the ground, sent hurtling into the abyss by this unexpected species revelation.
Beast-man... I can't write that! She cried out in her heart: After the founding of the country, spirits can't manifest, how can I write this?!
