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The night quickly passed.

When the little girl woke up, the sky was already bright.

Bright sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves and landed on the ground and her body.

Her slightly curled golden hair was filled with a gentle luster under the sun. Her fair and exquisite face still had a sleepy look after she woke up. Her snow-white dress was like a pure white flower that had bloomed and perfectly decorated the surrounding green.

She leaned against the tree and sat there quietly, like an exquisite oil painting that emitted a gentle and beautiful light under the sun.

Catherine, who had just woken up, lay in the grass at the side and looked at her in a daze.

At this moment, she seemed to understand why her king cared so much about this weak little animal.

If the noble and beautiful Tilly, who had snow-white fur, made her feel inferior, then the weak little animal in front of her made her feel even more ashamed.