A very small and soft rabbit laid on the ground ever so soundly asleep. Its nose hunching ever so slightly due to the very cold weather in fall. Soft footsteps could be heard from far away making the ball of fluff carefully open its tiny round eyes. They were a soft doe black like a pair of buttons, the moonlight reflecting in them. As a breath was taken a small cloud of warm air appeared, the footsteps stopped and the rabbit felt being picked up. It was placed on a chest held in warm fabric as smooth as a flower petal in the mornings. It snuggled itself into the hanfu accepting the body heat of the young girl.
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Forever in your arms
FantasyA story which I try my best to write a good story about Chinese stuff