The little one had been separated from Ouyang for too long, and her emotions erupted all at once. No matter how Ouyang coaxed her, he couldn't stop Hu Tutu from bawling with her mouth wide open.
But she was a child, after all. As long as she could cry it out, she wouldn't keep things bottled up inside. Ouyang kept apologizing to her, and the little one kept forgiving him.
This was how Ouyang and Little Fox had always gotten along. Ouyang was happy to admit his mistakes, and Little Fox was even happier to forgive her eldest senior brother.
Only after a long stretch of coaxing did Little Fox finally stop crying, though she still sniffled and sobbed. A white glow gradually lit up around her, and Hu Tutu took human form again.
But this time, Little Fox's human form looked like a girl of fifteen or sixteen.
She wore a long, pale-yellow dress, and beneath her exquisite features lay a beauty that could seize the soul.
She was like a lotus emerging from the water, or a lily just beginning to bloom.
Though her appearance was pure, she possessed an allure that could ensnare the heart and soul.
These two different qualities manifested perfectly in the girl, leaving one no choice but to marvel at the Creator's uncanny craftsmanship.
The girl looked awkwardly at her figure, now comparable to an ordinary person's, and covered her chest in discomfort. Her face flushed as she looked at her eldest senior brother, and a voice as clear as an oriole's rang from her lips. "Eldest Senior Brother, why do I look like this now?"
Ouyang rested a finger against his chin, thought for a moment, and said, "Probably because you've grown up after gaining that power, Tutu!"
The girl didn't care