Now Yidan It's Your Turn To Receive A Hug

A Fox Princess's time in the human realm.

Yiting town...

The next day, Yan Xuequi and the twins set out for the next town, four people left the Mou family house that morning.

"Zimu, let Pa give you a hug before you go!"

Mou Yaxin picked the youngest of his twin sons and held him in his arms for quite a while. The older twin shifted from one leg to the other, as though questioning why his father had not called him first rather than his younger brother.

"Now Yidan, it's your turn to receive a hug!"

The Yiting town fisherman gently let go of his son and placed him down, before reaching down for the older twin.

A little girl watched from the side as her cousins were each embraced warmly by their father, this made her oddly sad, reminding her of the family that she had left at the fox clan.

When the husband of Mou Hairong heard that his wife would be staying in the fox clan until her niece returned, he thought it strange that she would be there while his children was being looked after by their cousin.

Sadly, shortly before the two parted ways at the fox clan, Mou Hairong had pleaded with her niece not to let her husband know the real reason behind her stay, fearing that he would come to hate the Fox King and become bitter towards Yan Xuequi.

Staying true to her words, the fox princess told Mou Yaxin that the twins did not want to stay back with their grandfather, who had important matters to discuss with the fox princess. Not thinking anything was amiss, he took his in-law's word for it, already knowing of his children's aversion to their mother's birthplace.

The pretty girl with long black hair that reached all the way to the whole length of her back, whose side braids was held by a flower shaped comb atop her head. She wore a stylish silk blue robe, which made her eyes sparkle like tiny gems. Underneath the robes was a boot of fine embroidery of blue.

Mou Yaxin had his hair held in a simple brown hair pin, wearing a plain dark robe with his tools set by his feet which was covered in dark boots. His calloused palms tenderly patted the head of his boys, who looked teary eyed at their father, as though begging him not to leave.