The little fox led in a girl dressed in blue belted casual attire.
With willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, red lips, and white teeth, a tiny beauty mark at the corner of her eye sat prettily on her delicate, porcelain-white face that seemed capable of breaking under a breath. Furthermore, with a slender waist and long legs, her figure was graceful and willowy; surely, in a few years, she would grow into a beauty chosen out of ten thousand.
Not quite yet, though—the childish innocence had not fully faded, just the raw material of a beauty.
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