Yellow Spring Expres

Yang Fan walked into the house with the white tiger cub in her arms. The cub snuggled in her embrace, its little head tilted up drowsily, its gaze fixed on her smooth jawline.,As if aware, she lowered her head to glance at it, a faint smile playing on her lips, gently stroking its little head.,Although surprised by Yang Fan's careless brushwork, as her pen fell, Grandma Wu felt a shift in the other person's aura. The runes she painted faintly shimmered with gold.。