Xia Zhisu walked back to the room, Dongye was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
Because the rain stopped, the sky outside was a bit brighter.
Qiu Kuo, Jing Rui, and others were burying Xiaohuang by the lake not far away.
Dongye wanted to bury Xiaohuang with human-like rites and erect a monument for it.
Xiaohuang died honorably; it sacrificed its life to save its owner.
Xia Zhisu knew that Xiaohuang's heart would also be proud of itself.
"He left." Dongye looked out the window and asked.
He was referring to Ling Tian'ao.
"Mm!" Xia Zhisu took a blanket and put it over him, squatted down, and looked up at him, "Quanquan, when I get divorced, let's go to America together, okay?"
Dongye's shoulders slightly trembled; he never truly believed Xia Zhisu would go to America with him.
"Do you really mean it?" he asked her.
Thinking of how Xiaohuang wanted to bring them together before it died.
Such a scene, recalling it, Xia Zhisu felt heartache that brought tears.
