Its anorexia had reached a critical stage, leaving it with no instinctive desire for food.
"Hmm?" Lin Yu'an frowned slightly, but he did not give up.
He moved the fish paste closer to December's nose.
This time, December seemed a bit impatient and raised its head again, preparing to dodge.
But just as its nose was about to move away, its twitching nostrils abruptly stopped.
In its black eyes, a deep confusion flashed.
This scent...
Yes, it was mainly the fishy smell, very fresh, but it wasn't interested.
However... in the depths of that fishy aroma, there seemed to be a... a very faint yet extremely familiar scent.
What was that smell?
It carefully sniffed again.
Its memory was instantly pulled back to that night over two months ago, filled with wind, snow, and the scent of death.
In that dark moment when it thought it was about to die, a warm embrace enveloped it.
Then a warm mass of meat paste, rich with the smell of blood, was offered to its mouth.
