Whoosh!
Li Hao suddenly dashed out, heading straight for the little white fox outside the wall. His figure closed in like a speeding bullet, yet he stopped gently in front of the little fox, like a soft breeze.
Seeing the little white fox barely hanging on, Li Hao crouched down and carefully picked it up, his eyes filled with sorrow. Over the years, the little white fox had been by his side day and night, and they had formed a deep bond. Moreover, this little fox was also an orphan, alone and helpless, just like him.
"Fifth Master!"
Li Hao suddenly looked at Li Qingzheng in the courtyard and said, "Quick, save Xiao Rou, please save it!" His voice was filled with sadness and desperation.
Li Qingzheng's expression changed slightly. Over the years, Li Hao had come to accompany him for chess games, and this little white fox often snuggled in the boy's arms, keeping each other company. Most of the people in the courtyard were servants, and aside from him and a few old folks, the boy had few friends, with almost no one to share his true feelings with. He understood how important this little fox was to Li Hao.