Jiang Yu was wearing a long white wool robe, her hair in a high ponytail, her black tresses tucked into a large hood, making her look clean and neat from a distance as if she had styled it into a unique bun.
Beside her stood a small red suitcase, with the plush bear Li Neng lying on the handle, gazing longingly through the wide wooden fence of the Greenhill Mansion at the beautiful Flower Sprites in the garden.
Su Man stood by the mansion gate, quietly accompanying Jiang Yu in the cold breeze across the creek.
Upon hearing footsteps, the two witches looked down the street.
Zheng Qing immediately noticed a large black butterfly perched on Jiang Yu's robe at the shoulder blades, its wings slightly undulating in the sunlight and glimmering with brilliant colors, and its antennae were so clear that they could be seen even from afar.
Almost instantly, the warlock sensed the little fox in his arms itching to move.
