Ruan Li felt her hands ache with cold, the fox fur beneath her palm perhaps crystallized into ice by the snow, offering a somewhat cold and hard touch.
The fox lowered its head and nudged against Ruan Li's face, pushing her towards the door.
Ruan Li ducked into the house but saw the fox sitting crouched at the doorway, not coming in.
"Xu Mo, why aren't you coming in?"
The fox maintained its stance, like a sentinel stone.
But those clear eyes now bore a hint of brokenness and gloom that Ruan Li couldn't understand.
Ruan Li called to him a few more times, and finally, he whimpered in response.
"Xu Mo, hurry and come inside, it's cold out there."
Under Ruan Li's urging, the fox half-lowered its eyes and transformed into a handsome youth.
Ruan Li, not understanding his stubbornness, pulled him into the house.
