As Han Sheng tilted his face to the side, his grip on the whip loosened. His jaws dropped and his lips trembled slightly, ''W-What's that?" He whispered.
Han Jian Yu closed his eyes as he inhaled a shaky breath, his fingers slowly traced the wounds on his neck. He placed his other palm on his knee while he knelt quietly, numbing the pain his body felt, numbing the emotions that he had kept in himself since the day he reached an age where kids understand things.
From the corner of his eyes, he saw something and he slowly tilted his face to look in that direction. A glint flashed across his dark eyes as he saw the baby fox gradually increasing in size. It's body which looked like a ball of mashed flesh gradually grew in size as it turned pristine white in colour.
