It writhed restlessly, eager to escape. Suddenly, a warm and strong hand rested on its spine, soothing it with gentle strokes.,It was strange, but as Yang Fan comforted her, the agitated little white tiger gradually calmed down, but its small paws held onto his clothes tightly.,Yang Fan held a white tiger in his left hand and a brush dipped in ink in his right. With flowing strokes, he completed the talisman on the yellow paper in one go.。