Her face was calm, her features gentle. No one knew what raging storm lay beneath that peaceful exterior.
Except San San, who could see everything happening within Ye Chuqi.
Oh, and Little White, who was waiting for Ye Chuqi back at the dormitory villa.
The disturbance in its Sea of Consciousness startled Little White out of its light doze in the little garden. A sharp gleam flashed through its ruby-red eyes, but a moment later, its expression turned dazed. As though it no longer understood what had just occurred to it, it sank into even deeper confusion.
Something seemed to have stirred within it, yet it could not understand why. Its memories were still in chaos, and the damage inflicted by the laws of space and time remained severe. Its external wounds had all healed, but the injuries to its Divine Sense stubbornly persisted, muddling both its awareness and its memories. Only instinct told it to stay beside Ye Chuqi—not just because her scent felt familiar, but because that comforting power could soothe the wounds to its Divine Sense.
It thought it had probably been away from Ye Chuqi for too long. Something surged again within its chaotic Sea of Consciousness, only to be brutally suppressed by the power of the laws.
It could also sense that Ye Chuqi was in great danger right now, and that she needed it badly. It closed its eyes, becoming a snowy ball of fluff once more, with only its faint rise and fall showing that it was alive.
Source Power flowed along the traces of the contract in its Sea of Consciousness. The contract glowed softly, and the storm within its Sea of Consciousness seemed to ease a little. Curled up in a corner of the little garden, the Little White Fox basked