About an hour earlier.
East Fence Small House.
Inside the north room, in front of the bookshelf in the corner.
A small injured Fox Demon curled up, leaning against the bookshelf, held her knees with one hand and her mouth tightly with the other, sobbing silently.
At that moment, a soft sound was heard as the door was pushed open from the outside.
In the doorway appeared a figure in a long white robe, pausing for a moment before stepping inside.
"Silly girl, what are you crying for?"
A familiar voice that Su Xiaoxiao had heard in her dreams the night before suddenly said.
Her body trembled violently like a piece of window paper flapping in the strong wind.
The next second, the trembling Fox Demon shrank back even more but dared not turn around.
By now, Zhao Rong, dressed in a white robe, had walked in front of the bookshelf.
