Time flew by.
In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.
The pear blossoms in Cangli Courtyard fell and scattered again, with no one to tend to them, forming a thin layer on the cobblestones.
And the pears on the old pear tree in the courtyard dwindled day by day.
But...
In stark contrast, a certain young girl's round little belly remained constantly full.
Oh, right.
There was also a certain little fox who often accompanied the young girl in stealing pears, now sticky with fruit juice, lying despairingly on a branch.
It was unclear whether the juice on the white fox's fur was from its own gluttony or from being used as a handkerchief by a certain mischievous little demoness.
"Chirp, chirp..."
The little white fox let out a pitiful whimper, watching desperately as Qing Jun reached out sticky little hands to wipe on its fluffy tail.
"Be good, little white, sister Qing Jun is putting on some nice fragrance for you..."
