Just say... ugly in equal measure.
Protesting with an attitude of seeking life and death, Jia Xitong salvaged the original Shang Yanting's decision to alter her fluffy fur—now it's cut into a cylindrical shape.
Director Shang's craft made her think of Tony who trims pet fur. The image of him in her mind had already shattered completely.
"Not bad, right?"
This curved trim is so smooth.
The original Shang Yanting didn't think it was as bad as she said.
"...You'd better get me some clothes."
Little Raccoon looked to the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, bright yet melancholic. The key was that her head also got rounded, her chin barely recognizable.
So many demands...
The original Shang Yanting furrowed his brows; he didn't know how to sew clothes, "Have you ever seen a Demon Beast that needs clothing?"
"Am I just an ordinary Demon Beast? I'm a Little Raccoon, mind you."
