Like the two girls just now, they screamed out directly.

Of course, the girls' reactions at that time were also somewhat affected by environmental factors.

If it were in the clear outdoor sky, at least both of them wouldn't have screamed out.

...

Philip ignored the boy.

The unresponsive look seemed to be really sleeping.

...

A little disappointment appeared in the boy's eyes.

His fingers moved slightly.

...

"Do you know Philip?"

Xiao Xiao broke the silence here.

...

Philip...

"……Um."

The boy nodded slightly, his voice a little hoarse.

“…… a long time ago…”

"I've seen-"

It seemed that I had just reacted now that the boy suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Looking at Xiao Xiao's face full of shock and indescribable complex emotions.

"you……"

"it……"

He looked at Philip and Xiao Xiao.

The sound was stuck in the throat, and only a few short syllables were made for a moment.

...

“…you can see it?”

"no……"

“It’s not…”

The memories of the past are surging in my mind, and the boy is incoherent, "But..."

"it……"

The boy had too many doubts, and for a moment, he was in chaos.

Did he misunderstand?

Did he admit his mistake?

No.

He shook his head.

How could he admit his mistake such a special and beautiful creature?

But……

He looked into Xiao Xiao's arms.

Little white fox.

It looks very similar to the one on your shoulder.

But if you look closely, you will find that they are different.

The question is whether they look like...

The boy reached out and knocked his head.

But is this little white fox... too?

If so...

Looking at the natural appearance of the little white fox in front of me, openly holding the little white fox...

The boy is uncertain.

...

"Speak slowly."

Xiao Xiao smiled.

"If you are not in a hurry and are willing to tell me..."

...

The boy took a deep breath.

He subconsciously raised his teacup and took a sip of tea.

The dry throat was "soothed".

...

The boy's hands tightened.

Because of the force, my fingertips turned white.

...

Say... or not...

The boy looked at Philip.

It really...it's very similar to the one he remembers.

Did he admit his mistake?

...

If that's right...

After so many years, he still remembers it.

But it no longer remembers him.

The boy smiled bitterly.

...

The boy looked around.

This is a teahouse.

It's also an antique teahouse.

Very quiet.

Ancient music flows.

Several old men gathered not far away.

Or play chess or have tea and chat.

The old man consciously maintained low volume.

Sitting in the corner, he could only hear ancient music, but not disturbed by their voices.

The environment of this teahouse is really good.
Chapter completed!