"Isn't it dawn yet?"
The night remained deep and dense, with fog filling the alley.
In the small alley, a dead-end, the deepest part.
Huang Sitong curled her body, hiding in the shadow of the wall, enveloped by the thick fog, and concealed under the Invisibility Cloak.
She cradled a small pot of Harlan Zhongli, waiting in anticipation.
It was a small green plant, with delicate green stalks as thick as a finger, protruding from the pot. The stalk bore two green leaves, cradling a thumb-sized yellow fruit.
It was a two-year-old, juvenile Harlan Zhongli.
"It should be soon, right?"
In the darkness, her anticipation was immense!
Beside her, two fluffy fox heads peeked from under the Invisibility Cloak, their dark red eyes watching alongside her, sharing in her immense expectation!
