The heavy snow swirled outside, and the sleeping quarters were biting cold tonight.
Shen Yuhui donned his cloak and, with his back to the others, carefully brushed the frost from her fur. By the dim, flickering light of the lantern, the fox turned over in his arms, licking her coat in silence as she listened to his conjectures about the matters ahead.
There were some things for which Shen Yuhui needed her help.
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