The Legend of the Gift

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Lingling turned to the little creature whose hair was just as fluffy as a lion's mane.

Mo Fan could not help but fix his eyes on the little creature too. The little cub was currently digging her head into a bowl of marinated beef. She soon made a mess of her face even though she had just taken a bath. She was already grabbing at another piece before she was done swallowing the previous piece.

It was more or less how a pig feasted after starving for a few days. Perhaps sacred Tianshan Mountain would have an urge to bury her in the snow just so she would not bring it any more disgrace.

"I think there's something wrong with your program," Mo Fan eventually concluded.

"It's not, I did the comparison twice," Lingling denied instantly.

"Are you sure it's her?" Mo Fan asked.