What Little White thought was an irresistibly cute face was, in Aunt Zhang's eyes, a talking fox.
'Is this really not a hallucination?'
Aunt Zhang took a step back and nearly fell flat on her bottom. She reached out to steady herself against the wall.
'Calm down, calm down. This is Little Ying's place.'
'If I can encounter something as absurd as the old master visiting me in a dream and having it come true, then a little fox speaking human words shouldn't be that strange, right?'
Aunt Zhang took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. "Did you just call me 'Auntie'?"
"Yep. I heard my Master call you that, so I did too. Don't you like it, Auntie?"
Little White tilted his head, sitting on the floor and looking at Aunt Zhang with a dazed, innocent expression.
"Is the Master you're talking about Little Ying?"
"She is my Master."
"Then where did your Master find you?"
