"Hello, Lin Ying...."
Master Fox squatted in front of the camera, his fluffy, soft fox tail swaying from side to side. He raised his little fox paws and smiled, greeting Lin Ying in the WeChat video.
Master Fox was in high spirits, and from his expression and actions, it was evident that he was now ready to formally introduce himself to Lin Ying.
But on the other side of the video, Lin Ying, upon hearing that crisp childlike voice, was stunned, her expression was somewhat blank and dazed, as if she hadn't yet come to her senses.
Master Fox's mouth opened and closed, and the crisp childlike voice continued, "I am Ansheng the Fox, nice to meet you....."
But as the words reached Lin Ying's ears, the slightly muddled yet tender childlike voice, with a familiar accent, seemed to be the only sound in the world. The sound of the central air conditioning in the hotel disappeared, and even the low roar of the traffic outside was gone.
