Inside the main hall, Zhouzhou sat on the ground, using both her hands and feet to tightly grip Li Yuanming's legs. The little girl's head was shiny bald, but she wore a patched-up, faded Taoist robe that looked like it belonged to a beggar.,Seeing this, Zuo Zuo pouted, her small head drooping down listlessly against his leg, her ears following suit. She looked just like a discarded puppy.,Saying that, she wiped her eyes with her sleeve, looking both sad and strong.。