Morning sunlight filtered through the emerald canopy of Qingyuan Mountain, scattering patches of gold across the soft grass.
At the heart of the forest, beneath an ancient tree that had witnessed countless centuries, a giant white lion lay lazily in the shade.
His snow-white fur shimmered like fresh snow, each strand carrying a faint divine glow. Even while resting, he radiated the majesty of a celestial guardian. At nearly five times the size of the fox sprawled across him, he looked more like a sacred mountain than a beast.
Curled comfortably against the lion's warm side was Liang Chen.
His fluffy fox ears drooped dramatically while all nine tails wrapped around Yun Hu's body like oversized blankets.
"I'm dying of boredom..."
No response.
"I'm really dying."
Still nothing.
Liang Chen rolled over and buried his face into Yun Hu's thick mane with an exaggerated whine.
"I've counted every cloud. I've counted every butterfly. I even counted how many times you sighed today."
