A wonderful day always starts with waking up. The snow-white little fox, sprawled lazily across the soft chair, stretched its body and patted the cushions with its small paws, feeling quite satisfied as it looked at the fresh green grapes set on the table.
Looking again at the massive villa, it felt even more satisfied. It hopped down and walked over to the balcony to find a world of snowy white outside. Guangbai looked at its own fur, which seemed whiter than ever, and grew even more content—it instantly had the feeling of being back home.
Hmm? The feeling of being back home? Snow?
Chapter 66