"Do you want to hear me tell you a story?"
It was a very sunny voice, like an invitation from a hospitable person in an ancient temple. Xiaolin suddenly raised her head and looked around but forgot to lift her feet into the air - naturally, her center of gravity was unstable, and she almost fell down the steps.
The next second she was supported, "Is it okay?"
She raised her head and saw a boy who was not much older than she was supporting her, mumbling words such as "I didn't mean to scare her" and "I'm sorry".
He was wearing a red kimono, and the golden trim was a bit inconspicuous in the face of such an eye-catching color. It still looked very delicate, but the smile on his face made people feel very friendly, and the three whiskers birthmarks on his face actually added a bit of cuteness. This was not the most peculiar thing - blond hair and blue eyes, if I had to use a metaphor - the blue sky with the dazzling sunshine.