Today was the second time Lyra Du came to see the Seventh Princess. After using Lyra Du's medicine, the Seventh Princess's complexion improved visibly, and even her body became plumper than the first time she came.
"Sister, sister..."
Suddenly, a small white snowball rolled to Lyra Du's feet and reached out to grab her skirt.
The white ball was very cute, about three or four years old. She wore clothes made of luxurious fabrics and exquisite embroidery, and a ferocious tiger-head hat on her head. She was as pretty as a New Year doll that had walked out of a New Year picture.
Lyra Du was startled, glanced at the little hand that was tugging at her skirt, squatted down, helped him up, looked into the little guy's eyes, "Who are you?"
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