The system, having overheard the heartbroken child's thoughts, remained silent: "..."

It hurts me to see this.

But, little one, it seems like there's a hidden agenda behind those words.

Having heard no sound from Chaochao for a long time, Huo Qin lowered his eyes to look.

A small stone statue with lifeless eyes, staring blankly at the palm of a hand.

I have no idea how long this stone has been shaped.

Huo Qin's lips twitched slightly uncontrollably; with an extremely small probability, he choked.

Feeling the chest tremble beside her, Chaochao, absent-minded, raised her head, her childish voice so weak it seemed to float away.

"It doesn't have any Snow White vibe at all..."

Does she still qualify to compete for the position of servant?

"One sentence is enough to explain the whole story of the little dumpling fossil," Huo Qin said calmly, suppressing his laughter.

"Perhaps she's watching you."

Chaochao's large eyes, now focused again, were filled with confusion: "?"

Just then.

A crisp, clear sound suddenly rang out.

Huo Qin raised his fingertips and tidied her messy hair, then gently tugged at one of her little fox ears, making her look forward.

"They're here."

Ahead, as dusk seeped into the castle's spire, twelve shimmering blue halos spiraled upwards along the tower, the brass bell on the popcorn cart suddenly stopped, and the surrounding tourists almost simultaneously held their breath.

Immersed in this tranquil atmosphere, Chaochao couldn't help but slow her breathing. She looked up, following everyone else's movements, and gazed expectantly.

Clusters of golden-red fireballs pierced the dome, their resounding cries like shattering glass echoing high in the sky. A waterfall of light, both lilac and gilded, cascaded down along the castle's outline, its vibrant colors swirling into halos in the wide-eyed children's eyes.

For a moment, the entire castle in front of me seemed to be levitated, slowly rising into the air in the reflection of countless pairs of pupils.

It is breathtaking, romantic, and fulfills all of a child's fairy tale fantasies.

Chaochao's heart was pounding, and her eyes were flashing with hope.

Does she still have a chance to get the job?

Princess sister, prince brother, please try to help her again, okay?

A second wave of shattering sounds exploded high in the sky, and the amber-colored pillar of light that shot up seemed to pierce through the darkness. Suddenly scattered cherry-pink light particles dotted the inky blackness, forming a figure that was extremely familiar to Chaochao.

Under the fireworks, the little girl's amber almond-shaped eyes suddenly widened, and she grinned—

It's Snow White.