The sunset falls.
A cool breeze gradually blows across the streets of West State City.
After-work vehicles whiz by, and children leaving school chase each other playfully.
Bai Mo walks along the roadside, hands in pockets, his tall figure casting a long shadow.
Pang Youyou squats on his master's shoulder, wagging its tail, sniffing eastward for the aroma of crawfish and skewers, then westward for the scent of spicy hot pot and roujiamo.
It swallows a mouthful of saliva, nudging its master's head.
"Ying ying ying."
Bai Mo looks into the distance.
"Let's go have a traditional lamb soup from an old shop!
"It's not far, but the owner is old and doesn't offer takeout.
"Come on, I'll take you there."
Pang Youyou nods obediently, slurping a mouthful of saliva.
One person and one fox walk along, brushing past a group of playful schoolchildren.
But no one notices Pang Youyou... Indeed, its "low presence" trait is effective even in the present world!
