They arrived at the red fox exhibit.
The morning sunshine fell into the red fox exhibit, with green trees in the background. A beautiful silver fox coiled up on a big rock, foxes frolicked and frolicked about in a sand pit, leaping over roosts on the ground, and a fox sat down by the shrubs of the exhibit area, licking its paws—a vibrant and active scene.
A tourist raised their camera, clicking away, while children holding pinwheels excitedly made a fuss: "Foxes, foxes!"
"The silver fox is so pretty!"
A young couple that looked like they were dating held hands, the boy laughing softly as he spoke affectionately to the girl, "Eh, look at those two foxes fighting."
In fact, they were just play wrestling.
The silver fox lying on the rock was naturally Xiaoqiao, her eyes bright, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, her ears perked up listening to the "ying ying ying" sounds of her companions play-fighting and the tourists' praise, looking like she was in a good mood.